moving...

tomorrow i am moving for the third time in two years. that seems so excessive. maybe i just can't find a permanent place here that i like. from living alone in las colinas, to with ashley in addison to alone in dallas. each year becomes such a different experience. i'm excited about my new place...it's huge, near my friends and H and i have great decorating expectations that will be fun to do together. but, worries from two years ago can't help but come back up. will i be lonely again? will i feel poor all the time? will i somehow mess something up so the whole place permanently smells like sewage? (that really happened...i think there was something nasty going on in the trash compactor. that plus kitty poop = GROSS). so, a new journey and lots of carrying heavy boxes begins again tomorrow. here's hoping that a year from now H and i move in together and stay at that place for a very long time.