the constant urge to start all over again

i've always liked change. not like in a spontaneous 'let's pack up and move to another town' way, although that may be a bad example because i'd love to do that one. i guess rather than to frame it like that, it's more accurate to say that stagnancy makes me a little crazy. i feel excited whenever my mom goes to rearrange the furniture, or when i transfer to another book tracking site1 and i get to log and reorganize my books all over again. an unfortunate side effect of this is that i also like scrapping things away and starting all over. when i told my best friend i wanted to delete my animal crossing: new horizon save, she told me how, despite years of deeply knowing each other, she's still [intrigued] by my ability to just chuck things out. i tried junk journaling and that lasted a total of two a6 pages filled. i went back to either giving receipts to her whenever we're out together or just putting them to the trash straightaway. i'm not a sentimental person in that way. i like…