Gaaaaaah I hate this...
Tonight I was informed that in about two weeks I have to dismantle my room so that it can be painted over so the house can be put on the market by October 1.
Damnit, that's the only room in the house that I feel completely at ease in. It won't be mine anymore.
The worst thing about this moving crap is that my parents don't seem to care AT ALL how Joe and I feel about this. Once, my mom has asked me ONCE what I think about it. I said "I'd really rather wait until after Joe and I graduate." She said "mm..." and then never mentioned it again. My dad hasn't even asked at all. And...this wouldn't be as bad if it was like we HAD to move, say, a job transfer or something, or even if it was because we have family out there...we're moving just because my parents feel like it, and screw whatever Joe and I think about it.