I spent the day packing, but only managed to clear 1 drawer (49.5cm L x 35cm W x 35.5cm H) of stuff. The problem with packing is the memories. Of who I was, my old interests/hobbies, my old habits, etc. Of people whom I encountered in life... there must be thousands of them by now. And some who walked-in and stayed.
It's hard to describe the feeling. Perhaps this song by 张艾嘉 - “飞向异乡的747” [Sylvia Chang - “747 to an alien land”] comes close.
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