So, I still haven't touched a thing while supposed to be PACKING. The word itself gives me goosebumps, as I've done that more than 30 times through 7 times of house moving (yep, it was the university hostel's call, not mine) and myriad flights over the past 7 years. Packin' is heavy work which I think a man should do; a woman only shines in categorizing stuff and pointing fingers as to where certain stuff should go. Unfortunately no man volunteers *sigh*.
Jokes aside, it is, in fact, a very big part of me that doesn't want to get started. I've grown a love for this tiny room on the 9th floor over the year. Last summer I moved in, awful sick and funny-lookin' with a swollen cheek due to a stubborn wisdom tooth. I don't know where time's gone, but now I have difficulty making myself believe that I'm really leaving. When the mind is hesitant, the limbs won't move.
I loved this room at first sight. When I saw the lime wall, I knew it must be mine. The wall's color makes me feel energetic always, and I have a set of lime bedding to match it. I fetched all IKEA stuff back (bedhead lamp, standing lamp, bedding, desk, chair, soft toys, clock, dustbin, etc.) with eagerness, just like a happy worker bee. Things that have stayed with us for a period of time appear to have souls, and definitely it's their souls that I'm gonna miss badly, for as long as I could reminisce...
Jokes aside, it is, in fact, a very big part of me that doesn't want to get started. I've grown a love for this tiny room on the 9th floor over the year. Last summer I moved in, awful sick and funny-lookin' with a swollen cheek due to a stubborn wisdom tooth. I don't know where time's gone, but now I have difficulty making myself believe that I'm really leaving. When the mind is hesitant, the limbs won't move.
I loved this room at first sight. When I saw the lime wall, I knew it must be mine. The wall's color makes me feel energetic always, and I have a set of lime bedding to match it. I fetched all IKEA stuff back (bedhead lamp, standing lamp, bedding, desk, chair, soft toys, clock, dustbin, etc.) with eagerness, just like a happy worker bee. Things that have stayed with us for a period of time appear to have souls, and definitely it's their souls that I'm gonna miss badly, for as long as I could reminisce...
