Limbo
Christmas was lovely. Then people started trickling out, and now my mom and I are left to echo around the house, carrying stray papers in our hands, getting rid of some old piles, creating new ones, and trying to avoid the strange magnetism of the computer screen.
The whole process of weeding out, cleaning, and boxing up my room leaves me strangely satisfied, as if I am cleaning up every corner of my life and embarking into a new landscape. I am, really. I thought that this would be hard, but I'm beginning to believe that it is really making everything easier. No more does the child inside me cry "it will never be the same again!" but rather the adult says the same with a sigh of relief--knowing I only go on to a better version of myself.
1 box of books, 1 box of memorabilia, a few boxes of clothes to return to, and suitcases packed and ready to embark. I don't know exactly what's ahead, but I know that I can close this chapter, at least, without any regrets.







