April 30th, 2009
inkdick: april 30 2009 the day before the move
Moving out of a place is always hard. There is the physical hardship of having to pack up and move all your crap. But then there is the emotional hardship of leaving the place that you called home for a long period of time and seeing that home lose all the personality you put in to it right before your eyes. Or maybe I’m just weird like that…
May 29th, 2009 at 2:07 am
I guess everyone has that wistfull feeling on the last night in there house, it’s hard not too, all the memories pretty much rush at you all at once.
May 29th, 2009 at 3:07 am
In my life I have moved out of around 19 or more houses since I can remember. More before I can remember. It is always the same feeling of “I’m moving…oi”
May 29th, 2009 at 3:13 am
Cripes, I just got my stuff cleared out of my dorm today, and I know exactly how you feel. Like hermit crabs we grow into these shells, and we get so comfy and secure in them they become like extensions of ourselves, but in reality, all they are is walls and ceilings and floors.
Its such an important thing, having somewhere you belong, and I didn’t realize it til you posted this comic. Thanks.
May 29th, 2009 at 5:53 pm
oh yeah i think everybody feels that way, so much stuff haha, good luck!
May 29th, 2009 at 6:02 pm
An even more awkward feeling for me is visiting an old dorm or house and seeing strangers living there.
But yeah, I’ve been there. Moving out of a house with many positive memories is like saying goodbye to a large portion of all those memories.
May 29th, 2009 at 6:17 pm
Best of luck at your new place :)