Moving

I don’t live here anymore.

Today, I packed the majority of my AV equipment, and taped the majority of my cabling into boxes.

My clothes are mostly in boxes, I have little to no food in the house, and there’s really nothing I can do about it.

Crap.

I love this house. I really do. It’s the first place I’ve lived in in the last 7 years that really felt like home.

To me, this house represented success. Security. Maturity.

It was a sign that I was a responsible adult. That I was contributing to society as a whole.

Now, I feel like I did thirteen years ago. I’ve just evolved into a higher class of homeless.

This sucks.

Luckily, I’ve got a backup plan. That has changed. I have friends. I have skills. I have a future. It’s only a matter of time.

5 days, and I’m out of here. Maybe I’ll take some pictures.