Things come to pass.

So here I sit again. Well it's been a while, again. I still haven't written any more of my book. I have had a few stunning ideas. Unknowingly given to me by my muse. But that aside, what things come to pass. I am moving. Again. As in for the second time in five months. The third time in twelve months, the forth time in two years and the fifth time in three years. I hope this move will be the last for some considerable time. I would like to unpack my books. All of them. I have already commenced a serious cull. It was a little painful at first, some have cherished memories. But being realistic, I will never read most of them again. They are parts of my past. A dear part, but still the past.

I think it's interesting how we hang onto those things. Like just touching them can keep that part of your life alive. Why do we need to keep it alive? Isn't our present enough? I know I have a bountiful life. A wondrous partner, good health, great family and close friends. Why hang onto a time when I didn't have all these things? We are a little odd. People I mean. A little odd indeed.

Anyway, I ramble when I write and I don't edit post. So please bear with me. Though I am fairly sure I am not talking to anyone but myself. So I am moving. Moving in with my beloved. And her four children (yes, four. Count them. One, Adair. Two, Tegen. Three and four, Ashlyn and Shannon). Into a house that she loves, and her kids love. A house I might someday get to unpack some of my books into. A house I may someday call my own home. And so my life as I have always known it will come to pass. But a new life will start. Or is it just another part of my life, something else I might one day look back upon and wonder why I long for it. I hope not.

Wish for others to be happy, wish them good fortune and fulfillment. For to wish for bad things is to sell yourself short. You are better then that.