Moving again. Packing up books. Thinking about things. Learned that nice isn't that nice, it is just boring when I think it's boring and if I ask, "What are you thinking?" and the answer was that, then that was that. Another attempt at being happy and not just content. Seeing the wide, wide expanse again. Trying to. Feeling productive (sort of, there is always, always more), feeling good, feeling antsy, feeling ill because of a cold and allergies and nerves. I'm excited for my commute to double. It's not by much, but it's a good thing.