I didn't realize that life could be so full of boxes. I have learned that with moving all the time it was cost effective to buy some plastic bins to pack items into instead of using cardboard. Now there is a bin for almost everything. My book collection, dishes, crafting supplies, photos, clothes and electronic items and accessories all have their own permanent bin. Yes, we have to store the empty bins. It is worth it because now my moving can be more organized. And for those of you who know me...you know I am NOT organized.
We are trying to move to a bigger place. I need a place that I can write, without the sound of a television or loud voices. So we need a third bedroom. With a bigger place comes a bigger rent. Hopefully, I will be able to start refining my writing skill and be able to actually find a magazine to write articles for. I still work on my stories, perhaps one of those will be a hit. One of these days I will finish my novel. But I need income.
I choose to try writing articles because of my anxiety problem. Going outside is less appealing with every day. Being in close proximity to others is even worse. Nothing against other people, but I do tend to panic.
Sleep calls to me.
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