Gonna see if I can get a bit of writing done around five minute again. There is no real point and it will probably hurt me more than it is worth doing, but that is what I want to do.

Getting ready to move and all of that and packing and cleaning and then doing some more packing, then driving and doing some more cleaning and packing and it just keeps on going on and on and it doesn’t stop, but at least I’ve got this rumbling music to keep driving me forward and so being driven forward is what I’ll keep allowing to happen and so on and on it goes and I just keep on driving on.

I think that there still is quite a lot to go, but there always is. It’s something that seemingly never ends until after it is done and then you realise but then you’ve got so much more to go through and then that doesn’t end. It’s a series of going through things to see what is worth keeping and what is worth throwing away, and you get on with it and keep on going and keep throwing stuff out and buy new stuff and then you’re moving again and even though you got rid of more than you acquired, somehow you’ve now got more stuff than you did before, and some of it you don’t even recognise but you still have it and you don’t know why, so you go back to throwing more stuff out the next time you move and somehow when you go and move after that you’ve managed to amass a small fleet of beds with no breakfasts.

I do not enjoy moving and I wonder if anyone does, but it’s what needs to happen and so it is what keeps on happening. I pack and move and then I’ll be in another place, but the only thing I can think of at the moment is not doing anything. It would be much lazier, but I don’t have that choice right now. I might later, but right now I don’t.

I am wondering as to when I’ll move next as there is no space for permanence. It’s just constant cost in a time where I’ll likely never be able to have my own place and just sit down and rest for a while, and I’m not looking forward to that. Had I more money it’d be less of an issue, although I should correct myself and clarify that what I mean is had I more money about ten, fifteen years ago it would be less of an issue.

So soon I will get back to packing and cleaning and sorting things and I’ll get to the end of the day and wonder where it all went and why I haven’t done much, but it’s still progress and it’s still getting something done so I’ve got to keep on going and keep packing and cleaning what I can.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:33

Slower than I hoped but probably a good thing right now.
I don’t think the writing is any good, but it does get something across pretty well, I think.

Written at home.