Moving is hard, yet I seem to do it almost every year. This month is my moving month. I'm just moving down the street (literally, only three blocks down the same street where I currently live), but I'll be saving 400 bucks per month in rent. Prior to this I lived with a friend for a few months after living in Denver for 6 months. Prior to that was the place where I lived longer than 1 year....that was in Bloomington while going to grad. school. I lived in that apartment for 1 year and 10 months. Since 1997, every year before grad school I moved. Man....I just can't stay put. And I don't anticipate staying at the new place longer than a year, either. I have no idea what will happen....maybe I'll buy a house (yeah right), maybe I'll move to Denver, maybe I'll just become homeless and travel the world.

I suppose at some point I'll find some stability in my life and I'll be able to say "Ok, this is where I want to be because this place feels like home and I feel like I belong." That will be nice. I look forward to that time of my life.