Just spent the past few hours trying to stuff all my life’s belongings into black trash bags and suitcases. Twilight was keeping me company. In fact, I played it twice – once with the commentary from Catherine Hardwicke, Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson, which was absolutely hilarious. I love cute British accents and humorous self-deprecation in a man. Mmm.
Anyway, I’ve packed most of what I could, dumped those that I could live without and yet the room still bears traces of my life. I don’t know if I could ever truly finish packing but at least what I need to begin my new life with, I carry them with me.
The unpleasant thing is, this new beginning is supposed to be a joyous occasion but it’s become a great source of frustration. I have tried my best to be as accommodating as I possibly can and yet it seems that there are still those who are not happy. It’s selfish and it’s ruining an important milestone in my life, leaving behind a sour taste in my mouth. I understand the pain of letting go – but this is getting all a little too melodramatic for my liking. We’re moving to Tampines, not the Antarctica, for heaven’s sake.
In fact, I don’t even know if we are really supposed to be moving into east end tomorrow. Oh screw that, I am moving in. I’m done being polite.
I’m knackered, I have the eff-ing cold and I am ready to bite.