Sunday, January 4, 2015

A part of my soul in every place I go

Moving out involves a lot of work. You have to ensure that all the bills are settled, all accounts are closed and all things are properly packed. But what do you do with all the emotions which build up as you near the date of moving? The things you did, the things you almost did and the things you wish you did.
When you're busy taking life for granted, these things do not matter. You pass by the river with a bored glance at the ferries plying by. As the D-Day gets nearer, you stop and notice the waves created by the ferry. You notice the people inside desperately trying to capture all the sights they can into their cameras. As you stand there, leaning against the railing a cool breeze caresses your face and you count your blessings to have experienced this wonderful moment.
As you start counting the number of days backward, you start noticing these smaller things better. It is as if all of your senses are heightened and you want to capture everything before its too late. Just like the people on the ferry.
As I move out, I leave a part of my soul behind. I can never have that piece back, but I feel thankful to the city for taking that slice. Farewell I say and hope to come back soon. And when I do, I will be whole again.