As I pack my cabinets, drawers and closets into boxes, I am filled with an emptiness. I am sad to leave this house, or perhaps not the house so much as the memories I have built in it...the first house we bought, the house I brought my babies home to. This is the first time in my life that I will not be living in Colorado. The first time I will be far enough away from my parents that I can't just see them whenever I feel like it. I am realizing how many people I really am going to miss, and I am sad.