Wow,  I had no idea so much time had passed since I wrote.  I think about writing more than I actually do it.

I am now done with all the business of moving, holidays, etc.  I took my time moving in because I really need this to be the last place I live.  I have moved so many times that it's ridiculous.  I know it has to do with restlessness and discontentment, but I think it has a lot to do with hope.  I guess I just kept hoping that if I moved into the perfect place I would be happy.  I always forget that I have to take myself and my life with me. 

You know, I've always thought of myself as pretty smart.  However, when I look back on my life I think that may not be true because otherwise I wouldn't have made so many mistakes.  What amazes me the most is, the older I get the more I realize that what I thought I knew wasn't true.  That a lot of the time I was wrong.  It's kind of embarrassing because I come across as someone who knows what they are doing.  HAHAHAHAHAHA