Packages, boxes, and bags

Well, it's all packed. My apartment has been reduced to a small heap of boxes and bags. At first, it was almost cathartic, out with the old and in with the new. But now it's all weird and makes my tum all funny. It's my last night here, a little niche which has been my home for the past four years.

You know, as much as I like to travel, try new things, see new places, et cetera, I like having a place that comforts me to come back to. I know that I will make my new abode comfy and cozy. I always do. But I also know it's temporary, just as I did when I moved in here. And I have to admit that part of me longs for the day when I unpack my boxes and bags for the last time, letting my roots sink down deeply into the sod, grounding. Another part of me wonders if such a day will truly ever come. Only time will tell.