About four years ago I told myself that there wouldn't be anymore packing my bags and starting over again. Not just in a sense of moving to a new location but I mean starting over again in life, yet here I am again, getting ready to start anew. I'm nervous about moving home, anxious to see my family, guilt-ridden about what I'm leaving behind, overall I'm a mess. Just hope my smile doesn't fade until the money runs out and there's no more help wanted adds in the paper.