It's rather depressing to look around you, and realize that your life fits into a few cardboard boxes and is so easily moved around. I guess it's part of the mid-20's establishing-roots thing, but I hate being transplanted. Again. I count myself lucky that at least I'm staying in the neighborhood I know, which helps. I hope I like this
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