Moving, moving, moved..

The move is over - I am tired of moving houses. It has made me think of buying a place here. But the price of houses here is enough to make faint - even if I take loan, I would have to make a down payment of an obscene amount, the kind money I can only dream about.

There are still boxes left to be unpacked. It is amazing how much stuff you can accumulate in two years. The elf has close to three boxes of books - imagine. I have about one box. My art supplies is enough to fill up a box. And the kitchen stuffs - we have enough to feed ourselves if ever there was a famine. And enough gadgets to make me wonder what possibly possessed us when we bought those stuffs.

I am tired - bone tired. I need to grow roots and settle down. I need a place I can call home...the gypsy in me is sobbing...