Seems like I just got here and I am moving again.  The insects and lizards roaming the apartment like some tiny ecosystem, the severe flooding, the neighbor who owns the private road to the apartment and insists on making it as difficult and dangerous to drive as it could be, and the difficulties of getting from the side road to the main road mitigate for change so change is upon me.

I have packed everything and this time hope not to make the mistake of last time and let the movers handle the boxes of figures.  Nothing was broken or lost but turning a box of figures over and shaking it can do it no good.

I calculated that since i was born, I move on the average of every two years.  I am certainly bringing that average down not staying in one place for more than a year.  I once marveled at how desert nomads could pack their home and all their belongings and travel so frequently.  I think my own belongings have become increasingly spare as I move.  At least I am no longer a frequent flier.  Life always has its good aspect.