We've lived a fairly nomadic life since leaving Singapore, never staying in the same house for more than two years. That's about as long as my mum can sit still before she starts calling our housing agent and the boxes. Always packing, throwing half the stuff out, moving, and unpacking.
But once a year is a little bit much, especially when you can't hire a moving crew without donating a kidney. I hate being a student. So now I'm procrastinating on the packing and I've suddenly found direction in my life again.
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