Spring is nearing and my itch to move is returning. It happens every year. Sometimes I think I could move every year and be happy. Starting fresh again. This of course only means that I have forgotten what a hassel it is to move. The idea is a good one though. This spring I think we'll be doing some redecorating and reorganizing. Just to soothe that need for new and fresh in my system.
I've always been this way I suppose.
I've started painting again. I'm not very good - trust me - but it is a release. A nonwordrelated release. It's tangible where words are not.
~S