Leaving a place in the foreseeable future always goes hand in hand with strong emotions. If you liked the place you might find it hard to say goodbye to certain things. If you didn't like it the goodbye is easier to say than the hello. Because they say that every end is also a beginning. And sometimes you can't wait for things to change, can't wait to take off and start over new. Sometimes.
In my case it's a bit of both, I guess, it's not that easy, black or white, yes or no. There are tons of things that I'm gonna miss about my quiet little life in London, but on the other hand there's a million things that I'm looking forward to. These past few days and weeks I started thinking more and more about those things. And things is exactly what I started packing into big brown boxes.
First, I unfolded, examined, and refolded my shirts and trousers. Then my t-shirts and pullovers. And finally I packed my winter jackets into a box, together with some books that I haven't read yet. I stopped after filling and taping three big parcels, and I still have stuff hanging, lying and cumulating around. It's funny how you know all the time what's gonna happen, but when you start packing is when it hits you once more.
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