I would be much more excited about moving house if I didn't actually have to move anything. Also, I was never told that my late teens and early twenties would be full of so much moving. . . I've lived in one dorm, one house, one apartment and now another house, not to mention Spain and all the summers I traipsed back home. I know it's nothing new and it's very much a first world complaint -- I mean, really, how long suffering am I? Boxing up all my Apple gadgets and my university textbooks, dragging crates of designer clothing and bags off cotton bedding . . . such a burden isn't it? All this stuff that I am allowed to own and keep and sell and lose without another thought.
It's true; I wouldn't survive a day in the real world - that world which exists beyond my little countries protected borders. It's a jungle out there, truly it is.
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