I'm trying to focus on just packing to leave and move Up North to a group home. I'm a bit anxious, not been trying to practice violin because of the seriousness of it. I also need to exercise more.
I have to walk an hour to CVS to finish a medical test for the group home this morning, too, so I'm focusing on getting enough sleep.
I've already started packing most of what I need.
My younger brother and I are going to the science museum to celebrate our departure. I leave around the beginning of June, and my brother has to sell the house. I'm also looking forward to the little cafe and gift shop at the science museum. I will probably take pictures of the visit and turn it into a Wix website. I remember going there about 10 years ago, my whole family, and it was pretty cool. I took some videos of the experience but took them down, I think, on an old account. Anyway, my parents died from sickness here in Orlando, Florida. I wish things could have turned out differently, for the better. I felt we weren't very close, didn't have much fun. Now that they died, I keep imagining the feeling we're together actually having a good time. My mom was only 59, and my dad was 70. I'm 35, and my younger brother is 30.
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