Oct 26, 2016
I don’t want to pack any more. Please? I’m so tired...
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I don’t want to pack any more. Please? I’m so tired...
I move this weekend.
...
What?
It still doesn’t feel real somehow. The whole apartment is packed up now. I’m still scared about it. I keep waiting for it to go away and feel right. This move. I’m still scared I’m making a mistake. I hope I ain’t. It felt right, when I was down there. The city, the people. All of it. But when I’m up here I don’t want to leave. Maybe it’s just change that scares me. Wouldn’t be the first time. And I can always move back up if shit doesn’t go right but... Idk.
Took down all the paintings and emptied the storage area above my desk. The room feels all... empty now. Naked. Also, there’s a bit of an echo that wasn’t there before.
I pack and I pack and I pack... And... It’s like more and more stuff appear. Why you need this stuff? Feels like I never use it, but I know that if I sometimes need it I’ll really need it X( And thus I can’t get rid of it. *sigh*
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