It’s strange when I think about it, but during the 20 years of my life I’ve moved 13-14 times, mostly in the summer. For me warm weather doesn’t mean getting a nice tan, partying all night, making money or reading books under a tree. I wish it did. For me, it means packing up stuff, loading my life into boxes, cleaning the walls and ceiling. It’s saying goodbye and getting lost on the way to buy groceries since it’s all new.
This is the forth summer in a row I’m moving. It makes for less blogging, less pictures since my camera is in a box (I’ll get it out soon, I hope), no new podcasts on my iPod and irregularity.
I’m not on my own computer either, it’s still in the old apartment. And I found some WordPress plugins I’ll install later for easier use of the blog. And for me to play around with, plugins are great fun
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