moving out is always awkward.

On the one hand it’s exciting because something new is about to begin.. on the other hand, as more and more things are put into boxes (and other things are found in the process) you see once more everything that once was or is precious to you and have to decide if you want to leave it for the garbage or take it with you.

I found things that date back long before I met Anna, things that Tolkien would describe as “fathom” – something that you just can’t throw away even if it just occupies space. :)

Another bad thing about moving away is the next one to come.
By seeing these people come and go and look at what was your home for many years you begin to think about everything in a different light.
Why did I put this there and why not there? Why does he/she look at that in this way?
Did I say something funny?

Up to now there have been here:
– a dutch delicatessen-dealer (never heard of him again)
– 2 dutch girls that didn’t want it because there was only one bedroom
– a dutch woman that didn’t like it so much
– a dutch girl that I’d want to see living here, she will move in with her boyfriend eventually but she doesn’t know…
– 2 german girls, that require seperate bedrooms (pity for them…)
– luckily the girls from cologne cancelled, because I couldn’t see anyone anymore today.

*sighs and falls to bed*