The kitchen is gone. No more cooking until the 25th when Moki and I will reach Zurich to board the plane to L.A. How liberating!
The washer stayed. I could freak out if I could not wash my clothes for more than a week. It will remain in the house for the landlady to enjoy, free of charge, either she likes it or not.
Why do I feel so good anytime I clean up and empty a space?
It's not news I am one of nomadic nature so I better remember. Roll up the magic carpet and go. No matter where, just GOING makes me feel good. No regrets for what I leave.
Kipling used to say there are two kind of people: those who move around and those who don't. So simple and so true. Then there are those who need to move like turtles, carrying around their protective shells, and those who are like migratory birds. Hurrah for the swalllows!
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