Hooky for Me

I’m playing a bit of hooky today. My boss has been out with a stomach bug for the last three days so I figured maybe I could take some time off to unpack my room. I’ve been sleeping on my old bed which has been officially moved from Mark’s to Mum’s. All of my belongings (except for my closet of clothes) were moved over on Monday. I feel a bit lighter knowing all of my things are in one place now and looking back, I realize that I’ve been moving around this crummy little town for the past ten years, a lot within the last seven. Since Vivian has been born, I’ve moved eight times in her little life. It’s time that I stay put until something big happens, like a significant job change that requires a move (never gonna happen), an inheritance (don’t hold your breath), or something else.