Already home

For the past five years, I have not lived in the same room for more than 10 months. I’ve become accustomed to, at the beginning of each summer, packing up my possessions (after days wondering/cursing how I had managed to once again acquire more things) and moving them to a new location that would be my space until I found another another 10 months later. I loved moving. I loved the opportunity to sort through my things and rearrange them in what I perceived to be a better way than I had previously done.

Which is probably why I spent the last three days cleaning behind bookcases, moving furniture around my house and finding a new place for everything to go.  I’ll have to do the same thing again in 13 months, but then it will all have to fit in three suitcases.