So, I moved again this week. Let me say, it's much easier to move when everything you own fits into one suitcase and a few small bags. And even though I hardly brought any books here with me, I have a disproportionate number of them already.
Instead of living well on the other side of town in the middle of a traffic nightmare, I now live on a forested hill, reasonably close to work, in a former American canal house. It's lovely. A big room, window, back patio overlooking jungle, and apparently the occasional visiting monkey (I hear they like to visit - I have yet to see them here). And I only share with one other person, as opposed to six. Much better.