February 1st. The day I officially move (again). This is the 15th or 16th time I’ve moved in California, but I guess I’m used to it already. This has become procedure really…. Though it means that I can’t go out this weekend.

I’m not finished packing yet. There aren’t enough boxes.

My aunt and mom went out to rent a truck.

At least its not a huge move (that was only once). I’m just moving about three blocks away.

I’m taking a huge break now. At night, all I will be doing is moving stuff from one house to another, and then organizing (as best I can) all my stuff into my new tiny room.

I have yet to have my own room since 9th grade. I was about to until my cousin came to live with us. No resentment, I suppose, but it would’ve been nice to have my own space again. If only a little. I’ve had no privacy since that bleakful day on September 18…..my 15th birthday of all days.