Well..

I went..

Wow, I walked in the living room, and it was empty and I started to cry a little bit.. and I just walked around, and I couldn't help but think about the past.. (getting teary eyed while I type this)..

Anyway, I checked out his new place, the condo and it's SO nice! It's out in the country, sort of, and only 10 mins to get in the city..
So I decided to get something, and while I did that, I broke something of some antique thingy.. and it fell when i was trying to get something off to take it home with me, and it's a set.. two things. and 1 is broken and 1 is fine! I feel so so so bad & I can't believe that happened! God, I feel horrible! My mom got mad at me, but she knew how I was feeling, so.. she didn't do anything about it, but left me be..

So the thing I brought home was a wooden heart that said "Home is where you hang your heart".. it used to be in the kitchen, on the wall.. Ahh..