long time ago If I move out of a rut, now my life has decided to take my luggage, and take my break to a place further away.
This is surely the last entry I write from what has been my home for the past 28 years. And in fact I move. Left the nest or get up anchor, as ye say. Although for me the feeling is more like to go barefoot in the street in a storm. Frozen feet, and the chill in the back.
But I have to do, and therefore I am.
this time there are many things and many memories that hid my closet: Gifts, newspapers, old clothes and new clothes, memories, sweet and sour memories. I was heartened to meet the kid who was more than ten years, and realize I have not changed much, and that experience would not have changed many things I did then. I was surprised by this strange Diogenes syndrome I have with the bills and bank statements, may not be ordered, but I have them all from the first.
And what I liked most is to fill a memory box locked up, and know that they will not leave until I do not want.
If the photos capture moments, the boxes frozen years. The years that the cabinets are determined to keep cool.
Tabula rasa.
But know that you are welcome to visit. If Juanjete (my flatmate) will suit my house is yours, and but also, if it is a good fellow.
I have not found one as audio, but I leave a video with my favorite song of the Supremes. Who does not have a favorite song of the Supremes?
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