When you get rid of the material things that you don’t need anymore, you make room for new, perhaps even better, things to come along. Letting go has been really hard for me, even when my cousins came for a weekend visit and when they had to leave after the weekend, I was crying my eyes out. Yesterday, when my best friends came by and they were leaving, it was the first time that I’ve actually really realized that it is time for me to move. I guess I’ve been preparing myself for it on one level or another but it’s always different to come to that actual moment. It has been nearly half a decade that I’ve spent here, all those moments when I thought I would get stuck here, I must say it’s been a wonderful road here.
I’ve shed a lot of tears here, after tears comes laughter. A lot of people met, being heartbroken, all the relationship drama, the worrying, the stress. All the fun moments, everyone that have walked in my path, even if for a short while, all the new experiences. They all are now just memories. I’m so grateful for everything I’ve experienced here, for all the people I’ve met.. it’s been a road full of experiences. Experiences, I’ve learned from! It’s time to move on to new experiences, new tears, new things to laugh about.
The apartment seems so empty and somehow so big. I’ve donated two big bags of clothes to Red Cross, which feels so incredibly good! A couple of friends have come by to see if they want something. The rest that I didn’t want to keep were thrown out. And you know what? It is such a relief to leave most things behind. It feel so good to let go of the old things, it clears the air around me but also my head! I absolutely love it! I know now that I’m going to into a new adventure.. I’ve no clue what awaits me when I get to leave here, I know I feel good to leave. I’m so excited to get to start new adventures in my life.
See you on the other side. (I’m not sure when I’ll post the next time, maybe later this week, but don’t worry I’ll be back shortly!)





I’m the same way and we move every two years. Its seems like I get attached right when we have to start packing.
Every two years? That’s got to take a toll on you.. but I definitely get what you mean about getting attached and having to move on.
We decided to be gypsies in our 20s, but it is stressful.