these days, there are alot of things occupied my mind. moving to one city to another, and getting to know that there are some things that have been restored somewhere around the old and hidden places and never been used properly. it is not easy to pack the unpack things, especially when you realize how much you have attached yourself into the place. indeed, home is the first universe.
there are boxes to fill, papers to tear and stuff to be cleaned. looking at the amount of the things that have been accumulated in my place, i can recall all the dreams and plans i had in my mind when i decided to collect these things, or to keep it in here. now that i have to move out, there is optimism in the air, yet in the same time, i feel ironic to know that to certain point, human can not meet all the boundaries of time space. these things i restored, some remain untouched, the one which once was picked with full of inspiration. it looks different now, since i have to put it aside since my space and time have been occupied with the following things or plans. as i clean the place, i have myself uprooted from the closeness and familiarity which i have been embedded all these times.
there are boxes to fill, papers to tear and stuff to be cleaned. looking at the amount of the things that have been accumulated in my place, i can recall all the dreams and plans i had in my mind when i decided to collect these things, or to keep it in here. now that i have to move out, there is optimism in the air, yet in the same time, i feel ironic to know that to certain point, human can not meet all the boundaries of time space. these things i restored, some remain untouched, the one which once was picked with full of inspiration. it looks different now, since i have to put it aside since my space and time have been occupied with the following things or plans. as i clean the place, i have myself uprooted from the closeness and familiarity which i have been embedded all these times.