moving out, moving in, moving on

friday 11th october 2002 @ 23:31

the imaginary loves of present fade into the background as i scour my diary for spare moments in which to pack my life into cardboard boxes. there is therapy in throwing away unwanted possessions and hoarded memories. i feel cleansed. i get sentimental over photos and old postcards but then move on. i have found a tunnel and there is a light at the end. and i am happy.

okay so i wish i had that tender hug of yours (or yours) so i could share my excitement. but maybe i don't have the time or energy for that anyway. there is much to do. and in just one week i will sleep easy...