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.  

I signed the paper work today. I will spend all weekend moving into my new place. It is clean and high above any flood zones. Also, it will only take me 10 minutes to walk to work. It will do, but I am still set on getting a room in Hunter’s old building. 

I thought about the days I help her and Yvonne move and I got a little nostalgic, and a little misty eyed. I really miss them. I still talk to Hunter and I really need to pay Yvonne a visit. Sigh…

I hope this works out better than this one. No floods or idiots. Much needed solitude. So, for those who follow me here, I will be online sporadically over the next week until I can get my own connection again. This one might go down tomorrow.

Wish me luck.