moving day was harder than usual culminating in a small breakdown in front of the last two remaining of my moving day crew: my mom and older brother. it was the falling apart that had been gaining momentum all day, the grief of giving up the beautiful apartment i loved from the moment i first saw it in june of 2010, the exhaustion of a week's worth of late nights packing and organizing and purging {and yet i still had so much stuff to move....}, the fear of the unknowable. and yet, through it tears and all, i kept repeating i know it's the right thing, but....
and today, tonight, i turned in my keys and closed the door on my apartment one final time. goodbye #44, you were a dear, dear friend and i was so very proud of you.
currently listening to: the butcher -- radiohead
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