its all set and done. things should be packed have been in the boxes sealed. things to bring along have been put in order in the suitcases. ticket is in my hand and i have a back pack with me. its heavy but full of hope. a wish that the journey which i would embark soon will bring luck.
of all the moving out experiences have always been so exhaustive, enthrilling and bewildered. for one it consumes physical energy, and promising for the coming possible encounterings. moving out from a place to another in a certain period of time make me feel a bit lost. every pile to sort out would bring back the old plans, old books, and old funny little things collected from the past. in the end myself got surprised how time flies without compromise.
moving out also implies moving on. thats how life works for us. accompanied with my inner sense of curiosity. of anxiety. of hope. meanwhile, the flight schedulling keeps rolling, like a maestro, it orients me, to the north capital.
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