While i was packing up my stuff tonight, I couldn't help but to feel kind of weird. I felt like i just moved in not long ago, and I couldn't believe that I am going to move out from here soon.
It's a good thing to move out from here. It means something to me.
Here was suppose to be a transform resting place. A place that I needed to have during my life's transformation. I needed this place to go though things, go though past, go though myself.
I am looking forward to the new place. Every time when I move to somewhere new, it means my life changes at that point. Something happened that I had to move or need to. I am exciting for it.
4 years past that fast? I really couldn't believe that.
This place was my home, my shelter, the temple of my sprite; I thought though my life, fought with my past, so many sleepless night, cry and confusions. But, I did it. I learned, grew, understood, and become stronger and happier. I lost important things and people 4 years ago and during this 4 years, but now, after the 4 years I have so many more things and someone who is important.
I didn't give up, didn't back up. Just believe in life, in myself, and take a step at one time.
It's time to move on. I will miss here, but won't miss here too much.