I am so glad to be leaving this place, but damnation I fucking hate moving! seven trips out to the new place and I still have so much shit left to move. I have been at it since 8 this morning and I gave up around 5. I feel like I have run a marathon. 

I guess have come to another conclusion about myself. I have a subconscious fear of change. Any kind of change. I suppose it is from being little I was never in any one place for too long. My parents moved around a lot, even though it was in the same county mostly, and they had shared custody of me so there was a week here and a week there. To answer Pink Floyd’s question, I would never exchange cold comfort for change. I always end up losing piece of mind, friends, things, etc. I think this might be for the best though.