On Monday, September 2nd, it was time to move to Gainesville.
I was in the driveway, bringing the last of my things from the house and loading them into my Mustang.
My dad was helping me out.
I placed a small Morgan electric stove, which I picked up at a local appliance store, into the trunk.
I also brought out my stereo, a small but very nice Bose system.
My entire family was sitting on the porch watching us. My mom, my sister, my grandfather.
Britney was also with them. She stared blankly at what we were doing, quiet as always.
As I was loading the last few items into the Mustang, Grandpa came over with a small bag in hand.
His weathered face bore a gentle smile as he pulled something out of the bag.
"Jack," he said, holding out a beautifully carved tobacco pipe and a small pouch of tobacco. "I want you to have this."
I took the pipe, admiring how nice it looked. "Thank you, Grandpa."