As I close the chapter on a part of my life this week and I say goodbye to the place I have called home for the past 2.5 years, I can’t help but feel flooded with emotions, emotions of all the memories that tie me to this place, emotions related to every little thing I pack or choose to let go of, especially since I can only take so much into what will become my new home. As everything turns into packages and boxes securely packed for the new destination, there are a few things that come to mind:
- I’ve always felt at home no matter where I’ve lived. Whether it was an apartment, a house, a hotel, a dorm room, and no matter what continent I found myself on, I’ve always managed to make it not just a place to live, but also my home, a home filled with love and joy.
- It’s the little things that make all the difference. I’ve always felt like the bigger things like furniture, electronics and things like that, even though they have high monetary value, they can always be replaced, but the little things, the ones that have a story, those are the ones I always want to keep with me. One of the things that caught my mind this time around was a pair of Tibetan chimes that were given to me as a Christmas gift 12 years ago when I was in Nepal.
- Objects have energy. We are all made of energy and while the energy of the universe is always constant – it can be transferred between objects and can change form, but the total doesn’t change, sometimes it’s hard to change the negative charge that some objects have. You know those objects. They are the ones that give you that gut-wrenching feeling every time you notice them. Whether I was attached to some of those objects or not, I realized it was time to let go of them in order to let go of their energy.
- There’s always something cathartic about moving. Whether it’s as simple as letting go off things that we haven’t used in years or letting go of places, there’s something soul-cleaning about that process.
As I close my front door for the last time, taking with me all the amazing memories of this wonderful place, I can’t help but wonder if the places we leave miss us just as much as we miss them. I know I will miss you, Apt. 15. You will always be in my heart.