We were informed our department is moving! MOVING! Everything is moving. The work cubes. The home cubes. EVERYTHING! I just, I just, I just don't know what I am going to do. I don't want to move. I like where I work and sleep. I can't even take my bed the things. What, what am I going to do? This just isn't what I need right now. I don't need this. I need that bed for sleep work. I NEED IT. It finally has the right dents for my back buds. My trunk and limbs have found their groves, so I can rest comfortable. What if they lost it? We aren't even able to see our new place! They seen you will like it. I just. I don't know. I just worry about the transition. My last move was the move from my home outside to this building and I haven't moved yet. I haven't left the building. Now I may need to leave the building! I may :(, but they won't see to us the details of the move. They see we will like it. The message seen to mind: >You are moving to new home offices and offices in 1 Tropos, You will like it.<