Packing a tiny part of my life up.
'Twas a really long day of packing every single thing into big brown boxes.
Back breaking I tell you. At least after today I know I was never meant to be a mover. Hur.
Although I have only been in the clinic for 9 months (wow! nine whole months already?!), the shift is making me a little sad cos I have already formed memories. The familiarity of the clinic and the therapy rooms have become a part of my life.
Especially when the clinic has almost been my life this whole year.
I've never moved before (well except moving out of my room in Boston) so the amount of packing was a tad overwhelming.
I conclude that any form of moving induces sadness, whether or not it brings about a happier future. Packing up and leaving Boston was one of the saddest moments I've had ever. Blame it on how easily I form attachments to things, places and people. While today wasn't a tear jerking moment, it reminded me of how I had to put everything into boxes and having to seal them up.
All that was left after was an empty space. So bare, no longer containing warmth of any kind.
Am I over-reacting again? Maybe.
In the deepness of my mind however, everything just seems simple like night and day.
So I thought I was tired. Until..
Until I allowed God's presence to fill me up.
Now I feel like playing the guitar to worship (and maybe waking everyone else up).
But first I need to get all these s. applications done.
Back breaking I tell you. At least after today I know I was never meant to be a mover. Hur.
Although I have only been in the clinic for 9 months (wow! nine whole months already?!), the shift is making me a little sad cos I have already formed memories. The familiarity of the clinic and the therapy rooms have become a part of my life.
Especially when the clinic has almost been my life this whole year.
I've never moved before (well except moving out of my room in Boston) so the amount of packing was a tad overwhelming.
I conclude that any form of moving induces sadness, whether or not it brings about a happier future. Packing up and leaving Boston was one of the saddest moments I've had ever. Blame it on how easily I form attachments to things, places and people. While today wasn't a tear jerking moment, it reminded me of how I had to put everything into boxes and having to seal them up.
All that was left after was an empty space. So bare, no longer containing warmth of any kind.
Am I over-reacting again? Maybe.
In the deepness of my mind however, everything just seems simple like night and day.
So I thought I was tired. Until..
Until I allowed God's presence to fill me up.
Now I feel like playing the guitar to worship (and maybe waking everyone else up).
But first I need to get all these s. applications done.