I’m off – end of the chapter

Moving out can be fun. But it doesn’t have to be. It is exciting when you find a new apartment you’re thrilled to move into. But when you’re being kicked out, that’s a different story. There is a whole range of cases in between these two. And now, I am somewhere on that scale too.

I’ve spent the last few days packing up all of my stuff and putting my life physically into boxes. I’ve been thinking quite a bit about minimizing lately, I have thrown a lot of stuff away. Yet, it seems like I still own a crazy amount of material things I needed to find a place for. Now they are all set and I’m off. For the next few months, I’ll be everywhere yet nowhere to be found. And no one knows where I’ll end up, nobody can, because I don’t know it either.

I’m just taking everything day by day, not planning further than a week ahead. Because the future is quite uncertain. And I can tell, just by looking at the empty shelves where my stuff used to be, or at the overflowing boxes where it is now. I can tell by seeing those faded walls with only a few bright spots that my pictures left on them. I can tell that things can change pretty fast, that you can lose stuff you almost took for granted.

This room has seen a lot. I filled it with stories when it promised me not to ever tell anyone. It’s between us two, and it will stay that way. I hope it will remember, because I will. I’m not gonna haunt this place, I’m gonna leave in peace. The empty walls look colder and my voice echoes here. So I’m taking my boxes and it’s time to move on. End of the chapter.