I notice that I’ll be taking off this island in approximately 3 months. I just realized that the next time I take off, I prolly won’t be coming back for another year. Too little time to do everything, too much time to do nothing. I’m not ready to start all over again. I’m not ready to leave everything that I have in here. I swear to goodness, I just started to get used to this place a year ago. It took me two years. The same will probably apply to what will happen to me in Washington. I hate moving. I hate leaving. I hate starting a new, specially if you already got everything you need here and now you to let it go. I’m a mom’s house, dad’s house kinna child. The only difference is both my parents live in different states. So instead of staying for a weekend at a parent’s house, I live with each for an interval of 3-4 years. Gahhh, I’m tired of moving. I’ve moved all my life x.x
