My Emotional Train Wreck

I'm getting married in less than two weeks. 9 days to be exact. Holy shit, single digits... I am getting married to the man of dreams. He is amazing. He is my soldier, my hero. In two months we're moving over half way across the country. This should be the happiest time of my life. Don't get me wrong I am so blissfully happy that I am marrying Tanner. However, I'm a total train wreck when it comes to the moving part. I moved in the Morrison Family a little over two years ago but I was apart of their family long before then. I feel like I just got here and I'm leaving again. Growing up in foster care I became custom to moving all the time. When I became a resident to 2445 Marett Blvd. I realized I never wanted to move again. I'm scared I'm going to miss everything. Granted I'm about to start a whole new adventure with Tanner and I could'nt be more excited. I'm just scared my name will just become a shadow in the background. I was sitting downstairs with my dad tonight watching music videos like we always do and I hit me that I would be leaving in two months. I think about it often but it's really hard at night. I began to get sappy and Dad told me that I couldn't get sappy on him yet. I still have two months. I'm going to miss everything. I'm going to miss everything from the weather to my baby brothers love. I probablly asked my dad a thousand times tonight if he was going to me! Of course his response, "What kind of question is that!"