Monday, January 10, 2011

Rides of goodbye

During the ride from the apartment I had lived in for almost 10 years to the new one I thought the same city I've lived most of my life looked different. The buildings were more meaningful and at the same time more distant, as if I was seeing them from the first time.

It struck me that the ride out of a home you loved but you can't live in anymore is pretty much like the rides to the airport or from the cemetery. A goodbye and the start of something you don't know quite what to expect of.

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