I am moving.....
I am finally moving out of the student accommodation, where I have lived for three years. Three years that is a bit of time. I am so used of the intimacy of the small space. Small spaces makes me feel more in control and thus more safe, and that is what I experienced for the last three years feeling in control.
Now my new rental place has so many doors and windows, it has a car garage too and this is too much on my senses. I have to take control of all this space to feel safe and secure. I still cant feel intimate with my new place. It feels like a new boyfriend, who you are still getting to know 😂. It seems I still ca’t get over my ex 😂.
When I look around the place as it gets empty and everything that is me is getting erased bit by bit, I feel weird. I keep thinking when I am not there, when my awareness is not there, do it even exist. That little apartment how can it exist when I am not there. It’s a strange feeling.
I know, that as I close that door for the last time, and give up the keys, I am living behind a piece of me. I will still be me but yet a different me. I have grown a lot those three years, and I still am. Life never stops teaching us lessons, and it is our choice to learn the lessons the easy way or otherwise.
This is what jWoman has to say for today
I am finally moving out of the student accommodation, where I have lived for three years. Three years that is a bit of time. I am so used of the intimacy of the small space. Small spaces makes me feel more in control and thus more safe, and that is what I experienced for the last three years feeling in control.
Now my new rental place has so many doors and windows, it has a car garage too and this is too much on my senses. I have to take control of all this space to feel safe and secure. I still cant feel intimate with my new place. It feels like a new boyfriend, who you are still getting to know 😂. It seems I still ca’t get over my ex 😂.
When I look around the place as it gets empty and everything that is me is getting erased bit by bit, I feel weird. I keep thinking when I am not there, when my awareness is not there, do it even exist. That little apartment how can it exist when I am not there. It’s a strange feeling.
I know, that as I close that door for the last time, and give up the keys, I am living behind a piece of me. I will still be me but yet a different me. I have grown a lot those three years, and I still am. Life never stops teaching us lessons, and it is our choice to learn the lessons the easy way or otherwise.
This is what jWoman has to say for today
