Bye 203, hello 201
I shifted to the 'delaying mode' for the upteenth time. Been packing for a week now but so far, I only have packed 7 percent of my things. I am officially moving out tomorrow, to a new apartment with a roommate. Though farther from my office, the new place is way cooler than this one. But I have been a resident here long enough for memories to be more than just vague impressions in my mind. This has been my home for a full set of seasons, and more. It sustained the obsessive-compulsive and suffered the slob in me. Saw me through the tears that scourged and the laughters that healed. It witnessed how I turned green when sick, cried with frustrations or homesickness, wasted time as a couch potato. Everything considered, it watched me grow in a kind of way that nobody else did. But just like everything else, the time has come for me to part with it. I'm bringing most of my things (I couldn't imagine I have accumulated these much!), but still a number would be left behind (the cleaners will take care of 'em) like the Snoopy-in-the-Seesaw stuck to the door's peephole on the inside. I'd love to take it but the adhesive is so strong it wouldn't budge. The Snoopy-above-the-Doghouse that used to be on the outside peephole was lost amidst the scattered stuffs. I took it down a few days ago so the NHK lady would think I already moved and won't bother to knock. Oh well, I have more than enough Snoopies anyway =)
