I'm moving out.
Whenever I move house, there were things I can't throw away. There were personal reasons. Most of all, it was an emotional reason. Old magazines, books, broken hairdryer, my well-worn carpets and blankets and full of odds and ends in my drawer, all these things are my emotional stuffs I'm keeping for so many years. Whenever I move, I decide to throw away the stuffs. I kept some of them though.
I know my memories will be there in my mind even though I don't have the stuffs. I may want to keep more details. I will keep some of them again. I'll remember a special person, memories and events through the stuffs I keep.
The last night in the city was leaving from me.
People from the relocation service company arrived at 8:00 in the morning to pack. I opened the door and told them about some important packages. I had gim-bab at a restaurant and didn't forget a coffee to wake me up. I left the house in two hours after taking a picture in front of the apartment.
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