Moving Sucks

I enjoy the idea of a new situation, always, but the actual event of moving, packing, shuffling shit, etc, is not something I enjoy. The mess, the clutter, the bare patches in some spots and stacks of stuff in others. I just want to be outta here, and settled somewhere else again, for another while. Henry has found new quarters...lucky cat. I won't be settled again until February, when I get my own place in Dartmouth. That is, if I'm lucky enough to find a job before then, heh heh. That is the question. The time has come to begin applying, since they take so long to process things sometimes.

I go to bed at night wishing for moving faeries to slip under night's cover and just TAKE CARE OF IT. So far, nothing...