so today is saturday which means that dad is coming tom. and we have another week and i will be gone.
i will be flying in the sky to another land where i suppose to live my life like the one i used to have.
i see alot of paked suit-casse and black huge bags waitting in the behind or front door to be taken to the airport, and i am just bebbing them to shrink or desaper for now coze the make me feeel sick.
Moving is leaving .
Switching is the end of the deal.
Transfering  is the dead line for the old life.
Packing is a must.
Goodbye is never a choice.