I have lived in eight towns at ten different addresses in three states, two prefectures and two countries over the past twenty years. The longest I have stayed at any one address during that time has been four years. You'd think it would be time for me to settle down in one place for a while, but apparently not quite yet. Yup, that's right. I'm moving again. And soon. It's not really what I was planning on or hoping for, but sometimes you've just gotta do what you've gotta do.
Ultimately it will be for the best, but right now it has me kind of bummed out. I've been hauling ass all week getting everything set up and squared away with the arrangements, but still the thought of moving my things yet again when I just moved them less than three months ago and also now having to furnish a household makes me want to crawl into bed and hide under the cover for a good long while. I haven't done that yet, but I'm sure I'm a total mopey, pain in the ass to be around. I know I should snap out of it and not dwell because it all means I'm making progress, but it just seems like I have to let myself feel the way I feel so that I can go through it and past it.