On Packing

Enschede, sometimes in early March.

This morning I went up to my room and empty my fridge. Found a cup of straciatella yoghurt and decided to keep it for the night. It is expired though, but as usual I don't care. Yoghurt is rotten milk anyway. Last night I packed up all the things and gave away things to everybody. It is always nice to see our stuffs become useful for someone else. I did a magic call for a friend. It turned out he was very happy for inheriting old school testament, free food, free party stuffs, and the most important is stack of origami papers. We wrapped up things with beers and chips and south East Asian little party.

The first round of packing was done.

Today I woke up in a not-so-strange room and had trouble finding my toiletries in too many cardboard boxes around me. I went to university feeling a lot sleepy, but by five managed to finish the tasks for today. Then I wrapped up things and go home, had too-sweet fried noodle and immediately fell asleep.

Looking all around me, every where are cardboard boxes and semi-packed stuffs. My room mate had a terrible hang over from last night and the smooth snore is all over the room.

I have so many stuffs and looking at the two big overloaded trash bag, I can not believe how many craps and useless things I've been keeping in my room all this time. Shoe boxes, plastic forks, water bottles, shirt I never dare to wear, two size bigger pants, paper, paper, and more papers. I feel uneasy throwing them, but once I decided to get them into the trash bag, they disappear from my life. I feel relieved. 

Maybe my life is similarly like that. I have too many junks crowded in. And most of the time I wish that I can easily throw them in a trash bag. Because I believe I’m better if I focus on goals and important issues. But oh how I often curse my complicated mind. And how I wish now to efficiently packing my self.

Go away bad things. Shooh shooh.

Move Your Feet

Days have been flying recently. From GIS exam, Group Application Project until the result came out. From Sushi at Rotterdam, Vermeer in Delft until Batavia Werf in Lelystad. From spicy Tom Yam soup, brocoli with curry sauce, crunchy tempura wanna-be until delicious stuffed peppers. From overwhelmed ice skating, meditative swimming and competitive badminton. Not too mention the most favorite ride, bicycling here and there and everywhere.

I can not believe, it is almot three months. But the sympthoms thas has been happening to me are quite clear. I begin to miss everything that’s not here. Not every single thing, but each of them stroked me a bit hard. Stephen Chow movie accompanied by my brother or the way my father adjust his glasses. The sound of music box from my mother’s powder container and the sincere smile from my auntie’s face. I missed to may birthday, but I managed to join the wine surprise party with only voices.

The most pain-stakingly part in the heart was reading a touchy notes from a dear best friend. Everything seems so sweet, and I want to gulp them again like a cup of tea we used to have. At the same time, it tasted bitter, it probably quite a while until our next adventure together. Our dreams about riding miyo around java islands collide with the scene where we sit side by side on the airplane, which flies over this continent.

Well, apart from all the good things here, I decided to take a break. Of course the journey will be different without my best traveling buddy. I’m quite sure the ghost of her will be my my side, although she’s never been to Europe before.

Anyhow, I have to step my feet. Nowadays, it’s me who shout the command, not you or anybody else. Not even life stages.