Moving out l Moving on
24 hours ago I was, just like now, walking round an apartment, although then I was waiting for Martin and Stef. Now I’m simply waiting for my parents back at home. Yesterday evening the apartment was so empty that you could hear your own echo, which was a rather odd feeling for me. Now all I see is the place I grew up with all of the familiar furniture here. I’m hundreds of kilometres away from the other apartment, which I’ll most probably never visit again, mainly because Martin and Stef moved out. I’ve never done that and it was rather strange to share the experience of their moving on. In the morning before that I helped Martin prepare his luggage and it struck me that I will have to do the same later in the summer when I will be leaving to the opposite side of the continent. All of this made me think about moving out and that it actually is an act of moving on. Even so, it’s a bit depressing when the place you live and the people you live with changed drastically. It’s so difficult to realise that things will be different from the way they were just a 24 hours ago.