Moving Out

It is a clear Saturday morning. Time for a breath of fresh air.

Everyone's busy today, with no time for rest whatsoever. Packing has really been tedious, with most of us in the family taking part in the task. I, however, am paricularly in charge of any technical stuff they might haul, as they trust me with this kind of stuff. I'm the only tech whiz in the family, so they say.

By today, I've decided to leave all my worries about the previous and coming school year behind. It's nice to get away from the hustle and bustle caused by stress for a while, as if I felt a huge weight being lifted up from my back. By then, I feel relieved and relaxed.

Dad told me that being part of the moving crew is no easy task, and he guaranteed it. Even with his now weakened back, he still managed to take care of the heavy stuff. All that hard work can really make a tired out man out of you (no offense, Dad.)

Gotta go now. They're fetching me to take care of even more stuff.