Moving... Again

Every time I move it feels like another chapter in the story of my life.

I'm sad. I'm going to miss my little cockroach infested place. I am going to miss living alone. I am going to miss the hardwood floors. I am going to miss being able to decorate it to my taste and not worry about what anyone else thinks. I am going to miss the location. I am going to miss being so close to work. I am going to miss it here.

I'm sad.

What am I doing?