You, are indeed a thread of the WEB that you've been weaving in the past years, - only after you had to jump out of it, did you find you how deeply you're physically embedded in it, and how dearly you're emotionally relying upon it. You really love them; - love the place that contains the soil on which you’ve grown up, and those who happened to be there with you.
The old place and the old people are in distance. Now, I’m in this strange place, even feel elated when I spot one of my favorite chain stores by the street.
Furniture has not arrived yet. I don't even know when. In the past two days, I drove around the neighborhood, hoping my exhaled breath can seep and tires trace can groove into this city sooner.
We have two designated packing space on the very bottom of the building. His car needs to be parked outside, so mine won’t block its way in the morning.
Life will not be the same, but definitely will be back to normal, a new normal life I will lead till the next better structural change. The good thing is that you have the one to hold hand with to enbrace all the upcoming changes, and he feels the same.