New House

Yesterday my mom moved in to her new place. I managed to get over there and help her unpack a bit, followed by a quick trip to the old place to grab a few things (Bird, paintings). I took the time to look over the place before I left there for the last time. I was very surprised to find that the place held many more memories from my recent past than I realized. The backyard porch where I met many of my new friends, and got back in touch with many old ones through the magical social experience that is Hookah. The living room that had the single most comfortable couch in the world. The kitchen that was home to some of the best roast beef I've ever had. And the room that I spent two months of my life in before moving in to my current home.

That last one was especially nostalgic for me -- sending me a chill, a rush of excitement and an intense feeling of despair and regret. Hopefully in closing those doors I can finally move on.