I spent around half an hour packing my things, the luggage is half-filled now and the room half-empty. It amazes me how quickly I could pack my things this time, and two days later, it’ll be like I’ve never even set foot into this house, the only thing betraying me would be the porcelain cat that I plan to give to my landlady.
This moving business has made me feel like a nomad, recently. Relocating to places because of a need. Settling down for a short period of time, and then, all of a sudden the timer screeches to an end, and off I go to another place.
I’m just missing home terribly, at this very moment. I miss the warmth and comfort that has always been where my family is, no matter which house we stay in. The invisible security that envelopes me whenever I step into the house.