Thinking~~

This past month my world is going through many changes. Many of them I'm not ready for, many that I don't want and many that I welcome. It seems like that we're moving at a quicker rate. Instead of moving in maybe 3 months or more, Mom and Dad are starting to move stuff to my brothers home. I've live in my house for almost 24 years, now I am being forced to move. It's not like I don't love my brother, we get along great. I don't know anymore. It makes me wonder.
Am over thinking this? Maybe I am.