so i am moving to the upstairs apartment..more light..bigger kitchen..need a new home to go with my new perspective..

things seem to change all at once. is it because i will sit and wait until the correct overhaul for me presents itself? or is it just the momentum of ball-rolling movement and change just picks up everything in it's path and shakes it up?

little time capsules in my house. books i read years ago, clothes that no longer fit or represent the person i am today, old bottles of perfumes and lotions in smells i no longer like, music i once felt so strongly about, shoes i can no longer walk in, coats only warmly appropriate enough for san francisco but too beautiful to throw away just in case i ever decide to move back..or perhaps end up in chicago or boston someday..pictures of people i no longer see..these things put everything in a new light. i wonder about things i hold on to and why? i fantasize about two lives.
1. i have a tiny place of my own with my most precious posessions and a true love.
2. i have nothing. i drift, and travel, and move..attaching to nothing and no one and truly loving in each moment.