yet again

So, the big task for this week is moving.

"What?" you ask, "Didn't you just move?"

"Why yes, as a matter of fact, only three months ago"

"Wow, you really must like moving."

"No, I do not like moving. It's a big huge pain in the butt, and I never do a thorough enough job at it to not have at least one box that is filled with stuff that I should get rid of because I have no idea what to do with, but keep anyway. You might not guess that I don't really like moving because in the last ten years I've moved fifteen, (yes that's right, I counted it all up this morning) fifteen times.

But- despite the ugly brown and lighter brown linoleum in my very own bathroom, my room is huge, and my closet would be a decent sized bedroom in New York City. Also, I get to live with not one other cool girl, but four other cool girls. This may seem like a step back to some, but as I require entertainment much of the time, this is a very good arrangement for me. "

"That's great," you say in agreement and admiration, "and you don't even need a storage unit anymore"

"I know, very cool."