Packing my stash.

As long as I have my stash with me.. I won’t be completely lost. I will drift here and there but will always come back to my own being.

Time to pack up guys. It’s been the laziest packing ever, I have been packing my luggage in record time for a few emergency flights. But this time all my stuff has been piled up for last 3 4 days and I would just move them a little to make space for myself.

I took a moment I took this picture. This is half of the stash. Other half I posted before. I gave some of the read book to my sis as I dont have a personal freight train.

But I feel so weird.

I am going to miss dad horribly, and all my monkeys too, especially my toddler niece. Today she sang alphabets in one go and she is just 2 years old!! I couldn’t believe my ears.

But then I couldn’t believe when she said “it’s not funny” either. She won’t be this cute little Casper next time.

Farewells are hard. But you have to move on.

Shit! my heart feel so heavy saying this.

I have been swinging between complete numbness and panic.

Feels like I’m closing a chapter.

I know things will be hard, but I have books, colors, my blog, and I have me.

When I look back I see I survived all the thing I thought I can’t survive. Each one of them.

So I have my spirit. I don’t feel confident saying this, I feel a little sad.

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