I moved house, for the 25th time. It’s over now, finally, and to my surprise I find that I am - to the naked eye, at least - still alive and in one piece. I’m hoping this one, despite once again being just a tenancy, might have a sense of permanence to it, because if it doesn’t I absolutely am going to donate every one of my possessions to starving psyc…
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