Hey everybody. I'm sorry, but this post is in no way uplifting, by no means happy, and under no circumstances a joyous cause. For you see, I am moving yet again. My landlord has decided to evict us and the other family in my house so that he may proceed to knock down our house, build a bigger and better one, and live in it himself. I have just seen the places my mother and her boyfriend have been looking at and they reside is places as such: Pomona, Suffern, New City, and Clarkstwon. I'm sorry to say that I shall no longer preside on Rt. 210. As of April we shall be gone. And this is final, there is no reasoning with him. What grieves me even more is that even though we are moving, my mother still says she will not bring Nalla home to the new apartment, even though we are allowed. This has hurt me more than the prospect of moving itself. Farewell.