I moved out today..back with my parents for a couple of weeks. What a day it has been..pretty sentimental to say the least. All of a sudden I just had to stop all the packing and just stand there, and close my eyes. A current of endless memories just flooded my mind without me even knowing. They made me smile. And feel melancholy..but nevertheless, I smiled. I missed that room before I even left. It’s like the ghosts of who I used to be and of my past are in that room..in that apartment and I had to leave them all behind today..set them free. It’s like a chunk of me was taken away..the chapter in my life ended. Whatever, I know that it was nothing but moving out..but I just can’t help but find meaning in it. The whole thing just reminds me that I have to find myself again..find a new home..someplace to feel safe and warm and welcome and loved. Find someplace new to call my own. Here’s hoping that my life straightens out..that I’m able to make new memories..that I don’t commit the same mistakes again..and that everything works out just as it should..