I realized last night that in the past eight months, I have not completely unpacked myself in the places that I have been living. During the summer, I didn't have all of my stuff because I knew I'd be leaving. The last four months, I never even bothered settling in because there was an immeninent move looming in the future.
There's the difference between living and staying.
It takes time to live instead of staying. Maybe it takes less time to live than it does to stay.
I've become awfully neurotic, a likely side effect from trying to live and stay at the same time.
I'm going to unpack all my boxes this time. I'm going to throw them all away so there are no cardboard question marks asking what's going to happen next.
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