There comes a point in our lives when we have to leave places that have become our comfort zones. Graduating from college entails the inevitable process of moving out of the place that has been my home for the past five years. It took me a bit longer to move out than expected. There were too many things (clutter) to transfer and I just finished procuring the first set of furniture for the place I’m moving into. But perhaps a part of me just wanted to hang on for a bit longer.
Earlier today, I peeped out the window from S207 and gazed at how beautiful the sunrise was; how the rays extended and brightened the room. That would probably be the last time I’d get to do that. I did not take a photo just to keep the image in my mind. 🙂
After my review classes, I rushed back to the dorm to finish packing the things I still had in the dorm. As I was packing I realized that some of the post-its on my cork board have been there for more than a year. There were even posts from my former roommates (Noreen, Gem and Joey). I segregated things for the last time and pushed myself to let go of unnecessary clutter.
I wanted to bequeath some of my things to some people who have made my dorm life memorable. 😉 But due to the rush packing I did these past few days, I only managed to give out three items earlier today. I have some stuff in the condo that I intended to give to other DMC members and foster siblings. It was hard to let go of the things that I gave because they had some sentimental value. But giving away that box from Paris, that Panda nanoblock toy and the “No One Messes with the Family” ARSA lanyard was a part of the process of moving on. To whoever got these items, please take care of them. :>
As I leave the room, I took a last look and took a snapshot of my little corner in UDS 207. I would miss being woken up by the sunlight. I would miss hearing recurring alarms from roommates’ alarm clocks and phones. I would miss seeing familiar places along the hallways. I would miss the random tambay session at the lobby. I would miss the late night walks and milk tea time in Katipunan. I would miss the place I have called my home.
But my corner now is empty — just like how it was when I moved in during my sophomore year. What’s left are empty cabinets, uncovered beds and I take with me all the memories, experiences, “life lessons,” and friendships that were built within the premises for these residence halls.