It somehow reeks of sadness but there's a strong stroke of light that gives out a positive yet bittersweet feeling.

On the eighteenth of December, we officially moved to the new house... well, we're only less than 10 minutes away from the current one. And we've been taking several trips to get all of our stuff. lol.

I'm currently having mixed emotions: I'm happy and thankful, of course. But that place was what I called home for 26 years.

I'm always open for new beginnings, but I can't just shake off the other thoughts and feelings. 

Is it weird that I'm feeling so sentimental about leaving our old house? Probably.

Leaving our house meant also leaving thousands of memories made in here.

My childhood, my tween and teenage years, bonding with my old friends, memories with my grandma, summer breaks where the family members were present... I mean, man, I'll definitely miss everything and every memory about that place. 

The quiet surroundings, the animals looking at me every time I walk outside, how my grandma and I spent our mornings eating peanut butter and mango jam on our sandwiches, having my sister around and sharing the bed, playing/selling stationeries with her, how many photos I took outside with my cousin or my old friends, how the surroundings look whenever the sun sets and how it also reminds me of those late afternoons where I walk to ate Cherish's house, hearing loud Britney songs and seeing her dance in front of the mirror. 

I'm not really a fan of goodbyes. I'm just... quite sentimental. It's always a challenge for me to let go of things especially when it has this special backstory, or the person who gave it is (or was) important to me or I think it may come in handy or it still works/fits fine.

I kept the leaves I picked up on my first autumn experience. I kept the letters my friends wrote me. I am still keeping some shirts because they still fit me well and it would be great to wear during colder nights. Oh heck, I still have a yellow shirt I received when I was in third grade, from my cousin's girlfriend at the time. It still fits me well, so comfy but kind of all torn now. I kept some plane tickets from our old trips. Well... you finish the puzzle. 

And speaking of sunsets, I really have these intense feelings whenever the sky is orange. It always reminds me of an ending scene or a perfect time to reflect (and then feel sad about certain moments). I have had mixed feelings about orange hues ever since.

But on the day we moved into the new house at around 5:20-ish a.m... We were just in time to see the sun rise. There were light streaks of orange, lots of birds and pretty yellow flowers.

What a sight. 

What a nice message. 

It's a new chapter, indeed.

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Ah... another lengthy blog after a while. I've been quite busy with work and packing (I still have a few boxes in my room waiting to be arranged). and also reading. (I finished 24 books last year) 

I hope this year is filled with love, warmth, good health for all our loved ones and a looooot of happier moments.