Starting Over

The thoughts remain the same.  I don't want to live here.  I want to live here.  I want to RV.  I don't want to give up all my stuff.  I don't want this stuff any more, it is a burden.  I don't want to work in the yard.  I hate to clean the same house over and over.  There has to be more to life than being alone, stuck in a place, without enough money to do anything to break the monotony.

The same laments as a year ago.  Had I gotten my ass in gear then and done what has to be done, I would be singing a different tune by now.  Instead I did nothing and am in the same boat. 

Maybe it's time to start over?