I am now in the transition of moving. I’ve packed maybe three boxes. But I’m finally realizing my job these next couple weeks. Moving all my belongings into another house. Into a place that I will hopefully find a more comfortable existence. I’m also realizing I’ve acquired too many possessions. One of the things I most respect about my mother is her desire to live simply. To not have too many things. And in my years out here I’ve acquired things. Things I don’t need. We’ll see how smooth this move goes. A change of scenery will be nice. And the return of control over my time at home. I guess what I’m trying to express is some hope in a favorable future at the new place.