Everything is a mess.
Our formerly clean studio/Spare bedroom is now in shambles. It was emptied and now it is slowly being filled with boxes and trash. There is dust twisting in the air and nothing looks like it used to anymore.
We've been packing up everything and taking apart our furniture. Shelves that used to be filled to the brim with books and trinkets are now empty and desolate.
things make my eyes fill with tears. Such as having to put my 9 year old TV/VHS player
on the curb.
Back in 1997
, My father bought this for me. I carried it with me everywhere. I must have seen "Reality Bites
" and "Breakfast at Tiffany's
" a million times on that little thing. Looking at that television brings back so many memories of a time long gone and now VCR tapes are basically obsolete.
I'm also throwing out a lot of my clothing and fitting everything into 2 suitcases. Every shirt has a memory and a story. Sometimes it was actually painful to put a certain article of clothing in the Donation bag. I thought "I wore that shirt the first time I met Eric" "I remember buying this shirt when I was 17 years old at a flea market" "these used to be my favorite pair of jeans...
" There are things I rarely wear, but didn't want to throw away for reasons of nostalgia. But it all
ended up in the bag. I zipped the suitcases and twisted the donation bag shut.
Then It was tossed in the studio with the rest of the junk. I can't look back.
I actually began to cry at one point. I don't know why this move is so hard
for me. I've only had 2 big moves in my lifetime. Moving from home to Florida for college, and then moving from Florida to Germany. Does it get any easier? Is it always going to be like this every time? why is so damn hard to let go? How many times have you moved in your lifetime? Was it this painful for you?
I have to log off, We have a birthday party to attend, and then it will be back to packing for the rest of the night.On Monday this entire flat has to be empty.