Fresh

4 years of living away from home. It seems longer than that. I have been through so much since I moved and it feels like I have lived many lifetimes. I had lived and died, and lived again, carrying the countless lessons I have come to learn along the way. It never ends. It really is a cycle.

I went through my stuff again today. I had to organize and move stuff around the flat. New roomie is coming soon.

I used to hold on to things so much, that they get old and tattered, they have no use to me but to collect dust. Could be from someone special, could be something I got from a certain period of my life… I had some that reminded me of less happier days. I was surprised that I still had those. So, down the garbage chute they went. I feel better. Making room for the positive.

It’s pretty much like this blog. It’s high time for this move. Mmm. Fresh.