so it's finally happening the family are going their separate ways, actually my parents are saying together and i'm finally leaving the nest.
my fathers company is moving to the eastern shore, they specialize in marina type things and well it makes no sense that a marina type company would be absolutely landlocked. so they are moving to where their clients are, which makes sense and i wish the company all the best.
the whole moving out of my parents home thing is bittersweet, as a child you know that this day was come eventually you move out but you always have a home to go back to. except in this case, my parents are also moving and so when i return "home" to them for the occasional visit, the place i visit won't be my home. and i'm not moving out, i'm being forced out of the nest. i believe humans are probably some of the only creatures that nurture their young for such an extended period of time. some creature lay their eggs and that's it. if they survive they survive. if not, try again the next mating season.
but as i'm going through my room it seems to be a slow process, over my 21 years i've collected a shitload of crap. i desperately need to downsize everything. i know for a fact i will be getting rid of my entire desk and the top bunk of my bed and my large desk chair - that has served as my fan holder since i got my laptop about 11 months ago. other than that i just have stuff. so much stuff. i started making a "goodwill" pile on my floor, i know i haven't looked at this stuff in years but when i pick it up, and blow off all the dust i just become overwhelmed by the flood of memories.
i know you're supposed to keep everything that sentimental to you- but what happens when everything becomes sentimental to you? like my Washington DC panoramic puzzle - it's missing a piece or two, but i remember the day i opened the box, and started putting it together on my coffee table. i had about half the edge done when my cat jumped up on the table knocking it off. so i moved the puzzle to my kitchen table and sat there everyday after school and put it together, occasionally my parents would try to assist me but it was over 1000 pieces and they would get bored after a while... when it was finally finished it lived on the table for about a month. someone came over and i put it away and it's lived in my closet ever since.
i just need to grow up and let go of things that really don't matter.
my fathers company is moving to the eastern shore, they specialize in marina type things and well it makes no sense that a marina type company would be absolutely landlocked. so they are moving to where their clients are, which makes sense and i wish the company all the best.
the whole moving out of my parents home thing is bittersweet, as a child you know that this day was come eventually you move out but you always have a home to go back to. except in this case, my parents are also moving and so when i return "home" to them for the occasional visit, the place i visit won't be my home. and i'm not moving out, i'm being forced out of the nest. i believe humans are probably some of the only creatures that nurture their young for such an extended period of time. some creature lay their eggs and that's it. if they survive they survive. if not, try again the next mating season.
but as i'm going through my room it seems to be a slow process, over my 21 years i've collected a shitload of crap. i desperately need to downsize everything. i know for a fact i will be getting rid of my entire desk and the top bunk of my bed and my large desk chair - that has served as my fan holder since i got my laptop about 11 months ago. other than that i just have stuff. so much stuff. i started making a "goodwill" pile on my floor, i know i haven't looked at this stuff in years but when i pick it up, and blow off all the dust i just become overwhelmed by the flood of memories.
i know you're supposed to keep everything that sentimental to you- but what happens when everything becomes sentimental to you? like my Washington DC panoramic puzzle - it's missing a piece or two, but i remember the day i opened the box, and started putting it together on my coffee table. i had about half the edge done when my cat jumped up on the table knocking it off. so i moved the puzzle to my kitchen table and sat there everyday after school and put it together, occasionally my parents would try to assist me but it was over 1000 pieces and they would get bored after a while... when it was finally finished it lived on the table for about a month. someone came over and i put it away and it's lived in my closet ever since.
i just need to grow up and let go of things that really don't matter.
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