Today I moved most of my belongings back to my parents house. With how exhausted I've been with life lately I couldn't handle the suitcase life anymore. I need to be around the things that keep me sane, example: my books, my records, and my blanket. However, after moving all my stuff in, I don't know how I managed to fit everything in here before. My room is TINY! After realizing this it just reassured me that my goal of owning a home is my most important. There is nothing I want more than to have all of my belonging spread out in many places for everyone to see. My amazing book and record collection, my artwork, the little trinkets I've collected for years, everything that defines me. How exciting is that? I love it. Now if only I could win the lottery and speed up the process so I could just move in now.
I wish!
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