I love packing. Now most people think I am crazy when I say that. But honestly I love packing my bags and moving to another place. I hate leaving my friends or family but I love the idea of experiencing new places.
My parents never lived in a place more than four years. I don't think we have a family house except in the village and even there it was more for Christmas than anything else. Most people can go home and say "this is the room I grew up in" I can't do that.
I am not mad about that fact. I actually think that is why I get restless after three years. I feel like I have to move, go somewhere, do something.
Anyway, you may be saying "but she just moved to CT" well I am planning on moving out of CT in the next two years. Hopefully to NY. But right now we are justing moving down the street to a bigger apartment.
So if you don't hear from me for a while. I am stuck in the middle of boxes, a shredder and paperwork for school.
Later kiddies
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