The Nomad...

   With my next move right on the horizon (two months away actually), I'm starting to feel like a nomad. Not that feeling like that is a bad thing. I actually quite like having a change of scenery every now and then, in fact. I still hate having to move right after I get myself adjusted somewhere.
   The part that angers me is that I'm not setup for a nomadic lifestyle. Since I moved out of the townhouse and into a larger apartment, I've been consistently gathering up material things. The sad thing is that most of this stuff I can actually do away with easily enough. I'm not a packrat by any standards, but I can't bear to part with something that has some (even miniscule) value to me. Sadly, I don't think this type of thinking is feasible anymore.
   I suppose I have to begin packing stuff up, which I have begun to do. I'll just have to sell/give the rest of the stuff away. Not to worry, though, as I'm going to be holding on to quite a bit. That is the Will of Thomas.
   P.S. I also don't mind moving since it gets hot as Hell in this damn 'house'. The AC works like crap (It will freeze-up after extended usage) and it will get around 85 degrees F in here at night. Luckily, we'll turn on the AC and get it a little cooler for when everyone goes to sleep. I just can't sleep when it is too hot.