Yeeha! My boxes have just arrived! I have literally been waiting months for them. Two big boxes containing all the crap i've collected over tha past four years in the UK. Opening those boxes last night was akin to opening a time capsule. You don't realise how much you've changed in mere months until you're suddenly confronted with it. Looking at some of the crap i had in those boxes, I can't help but wonder, "why the hell did i bring that back?". Other stuff i'm quite happy to get back, like my books and dvd collection. What the hell was i thinking when i packed my old telephone bills? What, i was gonna reconect my BT line here in Kuala Lumpur?
Aside from that the most heart-breaking stuff was my ex's. Fair enough, i was the one who instigated the break-up, it's still heart rending sifting through her stuff. Problem is, now that we don't talk to each other and most likely never will, what the hell am i gonna do with all those books on Architecture? They're pretty expensive and i'd like to pass them back to her but i have no idea how to get hold of her since she moved from our old place in London to somewhere else already. The real tear-jerker though was the photo-albums. Seeing yourself happy in another life with somebody else tends to make you reminisce on the old times. I know the person I'm with right now is most likely reading this and i hope she understands. Yes I do have luggage from a past life, we all do, but hell mine just got delivered to me yesterday. It's just that usually metaphorical luggage is intangible and you don't have to unpack it like i did last night. If i'm a bit broody the next few days it's just that some old wounds just got opened up all over again. Have heart sweety, as you definitely have mine! ;-)
Bottom line is, now i've got all my old stuff back and that should make me happy for awhile. It certainly will provide me with cost free distractions for the next few weeks what with all the books n DVD's. I no longer have that nagging worry that somebody out there is watching MY Futurama DVD's, while looking through MY diaries, laughing about how funny my nose looks in MY photo's all this while wearing MY underwear(don't ask). To think i went through all the stages from denial, anger, bargaining and acceptance. Finally when i thought, "ah hell, i didn't need any of that stuff anyway." It ends up on my door-step first thing in the morning.
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