Moving Again...

Last night I decided to start the very painful process of packing my stuff. Either which way my situation in Singapore turns out, I still need to move out of my house on Sept. 1 anyway. It's a very tedious process but I had to start sometime.

I decided to start with the clothes since this is the most difficult to arrange and sort. Books are very clear cut and I definitely know I have to take all of them with me. It was while folding clothes that the reality of having to move again finally dawned on me.

About a year ago, I had to do the same thing. I had to go through everything I had and decide which one I really needed to take with me to Singapore. It's a good process, sorting through your things once in a while and letting go of those that are no longer of any use to you. It doesn't get easier though, no matter how many times you've had to do this.

I mean since I was a child, I've had to transfer houses 7 times. That's way more than the average person will do in their entire life. I guess that's why I've never felt rooted anywhere and any home is as good as the other as long as I have a bed to sleep on.

Anyway, was feeling a little wistful last night because I did enjoy staying in my current house. I had a nice kitchen where I could try out new recipes, a nicely decorated living room and my own room where I could just stay the whole day curled up in bed. But then, it's time to move on. Since I am already done with the clothes, tonight I am going to dismantle my shelf and pack my books. God, I only wish by the age of 30, I already know where I am going to stay.