Well, that’s just about done. Pretty much everything I can pack has been packed. Nothing much left but the food, some kitchenware and dishes, my computers, clothes, bathroom stuff, and that’s about it. Pretty damn good considering I only started less than a week ago!
Strangely, I’m feeling a little sad about it all now. Not sure why. Sure, it’s my first apartment and I’ve been here for quite a few years, but I have no real attachment to the place. I only have a small handful of happy memories here, for the most part it’s been a whole lot of “meh.” Nothing about it that I’ll miss. Maybe it’s just that almost everything I own is in a box right now, that sense of transience. I’m living out of a box for the rest of the week now. Perhaps it’s the fact that the dumpster outside of my apartment is half-filled (no exaggeration) with my former stuff. Mostly empty boxes and pretty much all stuff I had no reason to keep, but still… I’ve divested myself of a lot of possessions. Clutter, really, but still…
The lack of recent meditation or internal focus of any kind is almost certainly having an effect here as well. Some other external influences I still won’t digress on too. I should note that my meditation nook is one of the things I didn’t pack yet, so I should probably utilize it a bit before bed tonight. This is really part of a new beginning, I need to spend some time on that…
More tomorrow perhaps…