I am one year older today.
I’m looking around my apartment at the boxes and wondering why I don’t feel like I’m at home.
Am I ever going to feel like I’m at home anywhere?
It’s weird that everything in my life feels like what’s next instead of this is awesome.
I may not be articulating that very well.
It’s the same feeling I’ve talked about in the past: I never feel like anything is permanent. 
Birthday Grateful
I’m grateful for my health and my family’s health.
I think I’ll celebrate by unpacking the boxes in the living room and setting up some shelves.