Monday, January 31, 2011

life inside moving boxes

i woke up smelling a strong scent of farewell, that made me feel very unease with my own space. wondering if its just upset or feeling betrayed of whats going to happen with the following days.
so despite the gloomy and heavy weather, i stood up and look at the piles of boxes just waiting in front of me. never did i imagine that the last four years of my life could fit in just eight boxes. made me wonder how many will be added in a year span? what will be inside each? and how much more will it be a day before i die?
even memories were absent in each corners of my room that day despite all the turbulent turns that happened; all the faces, acts and events. in a way, the absence made me feel, indeed, very hollow. it was if nothing really changed. that the same boy, who went down to the city four years ago from the comfort of a place he already called home; will still try his luck and be gathering all his courage again to gamble with another set of cards.

i guess, this is another version of what they call (literally) moving on.

but its just surprising how everything and everyone can be put inside boxes. how life can be placed in corners. and how my life, at least in this picture, is included inside it. the mere thought even made the day gloomier. or probably its just me again, always having hard time saying goodbye despite all the clutter.

14 comments:

Kane said...

Saying good bye is difficult no? I hope you do like your new place.

Good luck on your new home. =)

Kane

thecuriouscat said...

good luck ewik, ingat lagi

Spiral Prince said...

may your new set of cards be a catalyst of better things :)

urbandenizen said...

turn a new page. it isn't easy but you'll get there. i'm going through the same thing right now.

Desperate Houseboy said...

I hate goodbyes pero i hope the new one will be better and will make you happier.

lucas said...

Change and new beginnings are such melancholic thoughts, scary and exhilarating most of time...

indeed it's quite incredible how you can fit all those memories in just eight boxes. how much more if you're already on your eighties or something? How many boxes would someone need for a whole lifetime...?

Kyle said...

goodbye is a sign of moving on. goodluck!

Alter said...

take everything with you. :)

odin hood said...

you're a wanderer. move on to life's next adventures. keep wandering. don't be afraid to say goodbye and say hello to new boxes.

red the mod said...

For in the end, we will all be in a box. So why live your life in one? Goodluck Ewik! :)

kalansaycollector said...

hay kapag talaga goodbyes parang automatic gloomy na ang feeling.

iba kasi ang namamaalam e... parang you are leaving part of yourself sa lugar na iiwanan o sa taong maiiwan o iiwan sa'yo...

pero cliche man, alam natin na sa bawat pagtatapos, may nagsisimula.

good luck! :)walang housewarming? hehe

♥N said...

It seems fitting that you, an eternal wanderer, are moving onwards for new horizons to scope.

Good luck with the next chapter of your life. I'm sure it will be even more fabulous than the last.

emmanuelmateo said...

goodbye is the hardest word to accept.God bless na lang

Nishiboy said...

i don't think moving on is ever easy. in any form.

i've grown quite used to this kind of moving on, though. i can fit all of my stuff in two bags. i don't invest much so that i don't have to leave much when i go.