Tomorrow we're going to Bline.
all day yesterday I was packing things. I hate packing. I hate to order. However, time could not be sta escaqueame was my life that had to pack up.
Our house looks like a battlefield: there is stuff everywhere. My mother goes from one place to another in a foul mood, giving instructions to the movers, preparing everything will stay in storage and that we're going to take us to our new home.
In Bline, the company I will work my mother has rented a furnished house. We have no idea how it will be - the truth is that they may have sent some pictures right? Nor is it so hard ... - But do not know why I fear it will not be anything special. In fact, I imagine one of those horrible beach apartments with cheap furniture and plywood Duralex cups in the kitchen. Hate
Duralex vessels, it is clear. For me the ban worldwide.
As I said, I've thrown almost everything, teddy bears, dolls, toys. Clothes that I had become too small and not know why was accumulated in the closet. Horrible decorations retained for some reason. Travel memories.
The things I care about I packed with care to take him Bline: my clothes, some CD's, books, gifts of kings ... little more, really. Digging
found a photo album: Dad, Mom and I on our vacation. Silvia and I camp and hike with the school. With J. at a party ...
is a curious feeling to think that they are images that can no longer be repeated. Moments belonging to a past that is lost forever. In places where it is impossible to return.
I hesitated about what to do with this album. Should I take him with me? Was it preferable to get rid of it? It was an easy decision. In one way or another, the album symbolizes my life until now, or rather to the moment when everything went bad and had to start again. Now, Mom says that this move to Bline is the opportunity that she and I need to rebuild our lives.
rebuild my life ... yes, of course. Recomenzaré. But I want to keep in mind the person I was. Remember my last, but with the desire to overcome it.
My past is in the photo album. No, I do not throw it away. But neither I will take with me.
I put him in one of the boxes destined for the repository. Perhaps, for some time, can return to see these photos without hurting myself.
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