Saying goodbye to my edmonton life and my childhood

So tonight is the second last night in my family home. I have lived here for my entire conscious life-time (since I was 3). It's the only home I've ever known, and that is making it especially hard to part with. Well the last six weeks of my summer has consisted of a HUGE overhaul of all my worldly belongings. I have sorted and sifted through 23 years worth of stuff. I have learned to part with material things, and learned how to accept the fact that a memory doesn't have to be tied to an object. I have given away all my childhood books, movies, toys, and dollhouse. Things, which before this time, I felt that I could not possibly part with. So I am not just leaving my parent's house for school but I am leaving my childhood behind me. This is a sad process for me but nevertheless a necessary one on the path to becoming an adult. I think the goal is to keep looking forward instead of back.