Everything is new though fascinating, is not the merits of the recall. I love the past, I find it reassuring, pragmatic and honest, nothing to do with quell'amante unfaithful and a liar, unwilling to fulfill the promises that calls itself the future. I am able to get attached to roads, houses, shops, even the roofs, in a profound and inexplicable. The idea of \u200b\u200ba healthy place, I distressing as well as healthy a loved one. If not then this is a goodbye, but in all probability of a farewell, the agony increases to tears. Washington
So that at first seemed to me artificial, empty, faded, now it seems to me charming, painted with colorful autumn. I will miss all that I have lived here and I am consoled by the idea that I can only tell: the school, my local supermarket, the morning on the roof, bike rides, even the evenings at the pool will become part of my memory.
I close a lot of boxes, putting in a bit 'of everything: Japanese dolls, books that teach English and others who speak French, bought clothes for a special evening, bought all the paraphernalia to deal with the heaviest snowfall in recent 20 years, pots used to drive a little 'home here, the technology designed with the apple on the tricks needed to convince anyone that I was born in '81, a series of bowls to impress those who came to dinner and a considerable amount of green apple items. I am convinced that it is the color of joy.
The key with which I am closing the door is then green. I have already made a delivery, when I open to take a last glimpse of the nost now old apartment. Stripped of all that we had put to us, I already appears a bit 'strange, as it is proud of its carpet and its beige tones.
live for picking up the pieces that make up my scrapbook, I now have a page other than nostalgia and try to wash away with what they find ...
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