Well, clothes at least. No shelves for the books so they will stay in boxes.
I do still rather feel that I've not yet left my yurt behind, though. There are pieces of the puzzle still left to find and put in place before I shake the feelings of temporariness. Whether that's just eight years worth of insecurity, including my recent nomadic period, catching up with me I'm not sure, but it's hard to resist the urge to start considering what my next move will be.
I would prefer to feel settled though, relaxed, comfortable and secure, and to shake off this constant aprehension that soon I will have to pack up and move on lest I outstay my welcome.
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