I’ll miss walking back to the apartment from the office every evening after work. (The house is further away and requires a tricycle ride.)
I guess the thing I’ll be missing the most is the upper-floor views of the metropolis: the sky, the skyline, the sun and the clouds.
Though I can’t wait to get back to the books that I’ve packed in boxes.
I’ll be bringing back with me much more than I took – gasp!
Now I’m worried how I’ll be able to read and write, since my view of the sky is a lot narrower from my room.
Even if the room I’ll be moving back to is better lit.
Better bathroom as well!
Still saving up to buy my own apartment unit through my investments, which after months of being in the red are now in the black.
I don’t know if I’m ready to revisit old ghosts.
The carpenters say door knobs turn on their own, doors open by themselves.
Time for an exorcism if you asked me.
But the bigger question, it seems, is whether I’m ready for catharsis.