I apologize for not posting, as I mentioned in my previous post, I have final exams this upcoming week, so it’s been a bit chaotic lately. Also, I’m heading back home for the summer next week, which means I have to pack up my room.
Packing. Putting things in a bag, and taking them to a new place. Leaving one place for another. Leaving an empty room behind, past memories, leaving everything for something new. Maybe the place you’re going is somewhere safe, somewhere familiar, maybe it’s home. Or maybe it’s a new place, a new start, a beginning. Maybe by packing, you’re packing up the past, and leaving for the new. Packing things, maybe for a little while, or leaving them packed forever. Empty walls tell a story, but so do the things you pack. Maybe it’s the end of the school year, you have too much in your living space, so you pack some to make room, or you’re moving to a new place…or maybe you want to forget the things you pack. But maybe by packing specific things, you want to save and remember them.
Maybe it’s just clothes, or just a few books. Or maybe it’s everything personal and loved, or things you don’t want anymore. Packing can mean so many things, and yet, it can be as simple as throwing things in a bag, and shutting the door behind you.
Where are your favorite places to travel? Mine are England, California, Florida…and home.
Hope you all have a great weekend!