How do you pack 22 years of your life in boxes? Im about to find out. The landlord called today to say that he was finally selling the place (for good) and we had until July to move. I tried to keep a straight face when Mum told me about it, but inside I was in anguish. I love this place. I grew up here and Ive never known any other home than our wide rented apartment. My attachments to 2658-C are practically umbilical in comparison, and the thought of leaving it just feels as if I have to be thrown away from a dear friend.
Packing will be the hardest thing I would have to do, I think -- harder than college or med school; harder than failing or facing my fears. The truth is I dont think Im ready to see the entirety of my domestic existence packed neatly in moving boxes. Its probably the closest thing Id come to being judged at the gates of heaven: prodding, looking, reminiscing and regretting every sentiment a trinket remind me of.
I cant write this anymore. I feel stupid being so melodramatic about moving. Im sure our new house will be fine. But still, I dread that moment when Im finally wrenched from the comforting cavernous spaces of our old rented home. I think Ill just take lots of pictures.
Packing will be the hardest thing I would have to do, I think -- harder than college or med school; harder than failing or facing my fears. The truth is I dont think Im ready to see the entirety of my domestic existence packed neatly in moving boxes. Its probably the closest thing Id come to being judged at the gates of heaven: prodding, looking, reminiscing and regretting every sentiment a trinket remind me of.
I cant write this anymore. I feel stupid being so melodramatic about moving. Im sure our new house will be fine. But still, I dread that moment when Im finally wrenched from the comforting cavernous spaces of our old rented home. I think Ill just take lots of pictures.
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