Moving out and in
First of all, let me announce that I moved to a new apartment 2 days a go and lovin it. It’s in the downtown side of Geneva, a block away from the city center, few meters away from gucci, max mara, loubutin, LV, and the fact that I cannot afford them (yet) makes me hate walking from the bus stop, haha.
But before I am able to sit by my balcony sipping coffee and writing this entry like what I am doing now, there were series of painful processes of moving out and moving in. Since 2 months a go, I’ve moved around from Jakarta-Bali-all the way to Vermont-and to Rive just few days ago. I am still having a back ache from carrying heavy stuff, I carried averagely 20-25 kgs of stuff in one go, for several times. Vermont-Rive-Ikea-Rive-Vermont-Rive. Is it worth it? Yes it is.
It would be easier just to stay in my old room in Vermont, no packing, no carrying craps across the town by public bus, no money spending. But I made the decision to move out anyway to seek a better quality of life. And once again I can tell that it is worth it.
Moving on
But when it comes to moving on from your broken relationship, will it be as worth it? Carrying heavy memories in your heart while walking away from the past, I can guarantee, is surely more torturing than broken veins you get on your shoulder from carrying room partition or carton boxes full of stuff. Especially when you don’t know yet where to go.. “I was kicked out of my old room yet I have not found new room to stay, I am a Nomad.. I am a Gipsy”
It is not necessarily a bad thing to be “a Nomad, a Gipsy”, being able to sleep under the stars and to dance in the rain, to feel the morning dew, are things some people would kill for. It’s not easy. But we should enjoy while seeking for the new room to stay, right? And when we find the perfect house to move to, everything will be okay and we will see that moving out from your old room is the right decision to make,
or will we?
