I've been moping around for the past 24 hours or so. I finally said goodbye to my grandparent's house yesterday, and I think it was the hardest thing I've ever done, quite possibly. I'm not asking for anyone to understand or sympathize with what I'm going through, since I understand that no one can experience what someone else feels in time of pain, but I just wanted to write a little about it (probably just for the sake of writing). This experience has been incredibly hard for me, since it feels like I'm reliving the death of both of my grandparents. It's like I've finally torn away from my childhood roots and am now being forced to face forward and not look back.

I'm trying to avoid the subject as much as possible, but it's very hard to do that when I'm not given much distraction. Thankfully, Netflix delivered Sword of the Stranger today, so I was able to distract myself for an hour or two with that. Let me just say I absolutely love this film to bits. Everything in this film is A+++ material. If you haven't seen it, please do yourself a favor and watch/rent/buy it.

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