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I have several things left to pack: First, the old grey jumper. Second, a dusty photo album. Third, that China plate from the kitchen. Moving through to the hallway, I swivel on the spot. The cat eyes me from the stairs, Swishing his tail left to right. I gesture to him: In childlike voice "Don't worry I won't be leaving you". Boxes laid at my feet, I fumble about. What a life; You spend most of it collecting junk; And then you realise, What an earth are you going to do with it all? Leave it behind? Chuck it away? Chuck it away, leave it behind? A disastrously difficult decision! We are all sentimental someway. The smell of cooked beef wafted from the kitchen. Ah, home cooked meals. I suppose it'll be takeaways soon. Until we've settled in of course. It's really real now isn't it? Like a punch of reality, Slapping you in the face. Mixed emotions, A bit like Sunday: You enjoy it but know that Mondays coming. Gently, I stroked my cat. Amongst the purring: There came a sudden realisation, That I had not started my list yet.
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
Moving
I have several things left to pack: First, the old grey jumper. Second, a dusty photo album. Third, that China plate from the kitchen. Moving through to the hallway, I swivel on the spot. The cat eyes me from the stairs, Swishing his tail left to right. I gesture to him: In childlike voice "Don't worry I won't be leaving you". Boxes laid at my feet, I fumble about. What a life; You spend most of it collecting junk; And then you realise, What an earth are you going to do with it all? Leave it behind? Chuck it away? Chuck it away, leave it behind? A disastrously difficult decision! We are all sentimental someway. The smell of cooked beef wafted from the kitchen. Ah, home cooked meals. I suppose it'll be takeaways soon. Until we've settled in of course. It's really real now isn't it? Like a punch of reality, Slapping you in the face. Mixed emotions, A bit like Sunday: You enjoy it but know that Mondays coming. Gently, I stroked my cat. Amongst the purring: There came a sudden realisation, That I had not started my list yet.
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
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