Moving

It is always comforting to return back to home at the end of the day. The familiar sight, items, smell, colour, all give a sense of security, familiarity and comfort. Humans do not like changes, no matter what all those self improvement gurus say.

So it is with a heavy heart that I have to move out of this place that I had call home for the past five years or so.

In true typical ‘life throws lemons at you’ style, I have to pack and move out in less than four days. I can pack the tangible items, like my books, belongings, furniture and so on, but how do you actually pack five year’s worth of memories that are associated with this place? How you put five year’s worth of emotions, hopes, sweat, pain, laughter, tears and dreams into boxes?

I can’t.

I think what makes it even harder is the fact that I had very high hopes and dreams for this place when I moved in.

All of which will never be fulfilled now.