R WE THERE YET

Having nothing but a suitcase is oddly exceptionally comforting. There is an odd peace that comes over me with nothing. When I was sleeping on the floor in an empty house during the CA 2 NJ move. I was fairly content. The same with a period of time I was in the beach house and had nothing. When I was in temporary housing same thing. And now with nothing but a suitcase once again I feel an odd sense of peace. Maybe my parents were right about me all along. Maybe I am a gypsy. My mother would be proud (my father would be rolling over in his urn).