So i was asked one day what my essence was. I did and still do not know what my essence is but a little thought crawled across me as i packed my bags for the millionth time today. Moving. It is the only thing I don't fail in. I'm a pro at this stage. How to pack, what not to pack, packing over foreign borders... you name it!

The first time I packed. I was living out of home, going to college, 18yrs old. I cant voice plans because Murphys Law always shows when I then have nothing to show. So, ya ya we are leaving the country, cool, whatever, Not telling anyone! So when I finally had my boat ticket to France, my concrete, i rang my mother and my friends and asked 'Hey, I'm leaving the country TOMORROW so can ye please help me pack ?' Haha, the mother was so shocked she even brought us the boat the next day! I didnt bring much.. didn't what to bring really, an old JanSport bag on my back and another old school bag wrapped around me. Of course there were a pair of converse hanging off me too!

So France turned into Italy and that turned into 7 months and that resulted with no work because the summer was over. Time to go back to Ireland! I had accumulated quite a lot of stuff. I had moved officially 4 times in Italy. I had to leave all my books behind, a lot of shoes and some clothes (never mind the boyfriend and friends!). I had to get the money from my Italien to get home.

Airport to ...... where? ok, Two friends living in a house in my city centre, couch please! three months of crashing on that couch, even though i was hardly there! Ha, i remember moving from that house to another one down the road (got kicked out for having fun) in the middle of the night with three of my mates. One of them was half american so she packed the biggest bag and even dragged one down the road!! (i had to buy a suitcase in italy on my way home because i had no passport and not enough arms or bother)

And then the house down the road.. my friend got evicted from there so i moved i next door to my boyfriend.. don't think his mate liked that. But it was ok, i was to be moving to Belgium anyways. So i dumped a lot of gear at my mams because that moving had worn me.. how was i to know there would be worse! Got to Belgium, Brussels and moved in above the pub where i was to work. Savage gaff!! Really nice place like. that lasted a good while, until the owners seen that i had drawn on the walls and kicked me out! And they were my bosses! So i chilled at a boyfriends for a while, my bags etc littering stairwells and friends appartments... By the way, I had to clear the appartment. Furniture that wasnt even mine!

Finally got a lovely appartment. The move was funny. it wasnt too far from where i was so every now and again you would see me walking with a bookcase or a large mirror or even a big chair on my back! So that place was made, was lived, was partied.... And amongst the partying i decided i was gonna move. Fuck evverything and everyone. I picked up a gearbag with all my clean underware, threw some tops and pants in said bye bye! Czech here I am! Didnt last too long, sobered up, back to Brussels! About two months later, amongst more parties, I had to go home for a good friends special birthday, i sobered again while i was there and decided not to return.

Now all my stuff is in Brussels, why accumulate and pack when you can survive without it! Back to the couches. I chilled with the same girls in a different house for a while. Then moved up the street and up again (my city is tiny) taht was cool there until i got kicked out for the other guys party. Back to the couch! But look, someone moved out so i cantake their room. i decided to educate myself so the government decuded not to let me survive, cut mkr off from everything!

The boyfriends house... Suffered from starvation, dropped out of college and moved my stuff through the dark, quiet streets at 4am just to get out. it took a few trips but I was glad I kept the key to the last place. Back to couch tho.

A mate of a mate then had a spare 'sleeping area'... a matress in a construction sit ereally, haha, half the floor had nails sticking up out of it and i was like aaah! But then a few nails are nothing when you are being attacked by a vicious cat haunted with jealousy. The room didnt have a door either and there was no heating or hot water, no cooker. I lived in a place with no fridge or shower and i thought that was bad! I had in another then that had no electricity and hot water, Thank for the gas cooker!

And now I'm in a lovely house, lovely people, lovely internet and what? Fire me from my job?! Three days before christmas? Thanks very much. Now gotta head out of the city to my sisters and live there till I move away once again!

So nas i pack its enjoyable, what fits where, a bag for this another for that.. I am good at it so that is why i believe moving is my essence. :O)