In an empty house

My appartment is almost empty. A truck came today and took the big stuff. My living room, fridge, stove, washing machine are going to be stored in my sister's basement. I'm running slightly out of schedule.

I was supposed to travel to Italy the past weekend, but I guess I'm gonna leave next weekend after all. Around the tenth of October.

These ten days into October were vital for me. I said goodbye to my parents and younger sister. I'm saying goodbye to my house. A house that was inhabited by two people who were in love. My house was my refuge for three years. It saw our happy times and our difficult times. We had parties and fights. We made love. And then we decided to separate. Here is where I lived alone when he moved out. It's funny, when we moved in this house I was so tired, I promised myself I'm not going to move for another five years! And I didn't have to! This time, there were no boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff. Most of my belongings were taken by friends.

I also made a statement when I moved in this house. That I will have my first baby here. And I have. My baby is this blog. My baby is the travelling plan. My baby is my new self.

This is (was) a beautiful house. And I'm going to remember it dearly. Have a good day.