My life into boxes

In two days I will have moved. I started wrapping up stuff and packing already days ago. My room looks like after a bomb blast. People who know me know that I tend not to throw away too much stuff. So here I pay for it. I have shit loads of stuff. I find expired vouchers, unopened mail from years ago, pictures out of 11 years of travel and photography, my huge collection of AIESEC badges, aviation memorabilia and love letters from people who my heart had almost forgotten about.

Usually I ask myself when the right moment for something has come, and usually I spend way too much time doing so. But this time others put up the question, while I have no doubt. Others say (and I even agree) it is way overdue to move, and a handful of people doubts if it is the right moment.

I regularly find pictures of people on facebook who I mostly have no other contact with but through that network. They get married, travel, get new jobs, move away from or back into their home country, have kids. Facebook is not very helpful for social interaction. I know so many things (and I am not stalking on anyone, never did) that I would have preferred to have learnt through talking and chatting with people rather than through a news feed.

To be honest I am trying to write something meaningful again, but maybe it is just too late in the night. Apart of my packing the week was not very eventful. But I am looking forward to a few events in the near future. Bee is coming to town. Some other people remind me that I could actually hopp over to India once more maybe next (Indian) summer, visiting people. I still have Jaipur, Srinagar and Amritsar on my "to travel list".