So I'm sitting in a bare apartment. I've packed everything up. It's 08:38am. I'm waiting until the sun comes up a bit more before I head to the atm to get money for the taxi that will take me to my new apartment. I leave at noon.
I've packed up everything as best I can. I never realised how few possessions I have. Maybe as I get older I collect more rubbish to put in a flat. I don't own chairs or desks, that all comes with the student flats around here. I have only clothes trinkets.
My room feels new. Like the first day I moved in.
Nothing makes you feel like you're starting something new like emptying out everything. Throwing away most things, and taking stock of what you have. Deciding what will follow you to your new place.
I love endings, because they are really just beginnings. That's why I'm sharing this, and I want to know have you ever felt like this when you were moving to a new place? What were those last few minutes in your old home like?
I've packed up everything as best I can. I never realised how few possessions I have. Maybe as I get older I collect more rubbish to put in a flat. I don't own chairs or desks, that all comes with the student flats around here. I have only clothes trinkets.
My room feels new. Like the first day I moved in.
Nothing makes you feel like you're starting something new like emptying out everything. Throwing away most things, and taking stock of what you have. Deciding what will follow you to your new place.
I love endings, because they are really just beginnings. That's why I'm sharing this, and I want to know have you ever felt like this when you were moving to a new place? What were those last few minutes in your old home like?