I rented a small apartment just at the back of university and before I knew it, it was time to leave again . And this time it was not to find a new hostel because this one kept have electricity and water issues. It wasn't because of a parasitical roommate. A new development had come up. I had graduated. I'm done with the university, done with nosy landlords and electricians and neighbors, done with burglars and vigilante drama. Packing all my things this time, seemed easier and quicker and I had managed to hoard a lot in my four years of school.
But I started to notice little things. I had been to quick to give into my prejudice, my current neighbors (my last, in uni) were better than the previous ones. I had been nice of course, but not accommodating. The one roommate I had this time around was the best! I had also grown a friendly attachment with the women running small kiosks along my former hostel. Not just friendly, but affectionate. I think of them from time to time, I never thought I would. I actually miss my replicated independence and I can't wait to tolerate new neighbors again.
This particular photo was taken on the very day that I moved out of my last hostel. I shared the passenger seat reserved for me with half of my novels (not academic books of course😅). I took this picture on a whim but I can't even delete it these days. I love that I can share it and keep it alive here.