diary entry

We moved again. I don’t like moving. I want to just focus on the more important aspects of life and not worry about all this stuff. I managed to get rid of more things. Although I still haven’t been able to get rid of as much as I would like. I am getting closer. I have managed to move all my possesions underneath the stairs. It is quite comfortable. But I am recording this merely for historical purpose. I enjoy having something that I can look back on, even if I don’t actually look back, I like knowing that I can look at notes on my life. There mere fact that is accessible is comforting.