Moving? I hate moves. It’s not that I’m basically bored of moving just because it’s a change. Changes are often great and motivating and inspiring for me. It’s totally annoying to me doing the endless packing and moving and unpacking. That’s nothing for me at all and wearing latex clothes can’t make this issue really cool. But it looks different when the actual work is done and I can play … for example with color while painting my room. I don’t know if the child in me is even more alert than usual but splashing with color is almost as fun as jumping around in the mud. However, I’m already big girl who has to wash my clothes all by myself. Actually, I would have the conflict of good and evil in me: Splash with colors and have fun OR careful painting and do not spoil too much.