It felt like we had only just moved into our apartment, but we were already leaving. I still remembered with clarity the excitement of getting the keys. The agent walking out of the apartment and knowing that I was living in my own place. Not a place that I was renting, but my very own place. I had expected to have been here almost indefinitely (or at the very least for quite a long time), and instead after only a few years I was off again. It had been a far shorter stay than I expected or planned.
As I stood in the apartment, everything being packed away by the removalists, I felt a strange feeling. It wasn't the same as previous moves. I remembered those moves. In those moves I felt clearly the pang of leaving somewhere that was close and important to me, of leaving my home.
I didn't have the same feeling this time.
I had experienced a lot in this apartment and yet it didn't have the same feeling of home to me. Was it because I had moved too much? Or was it that I just hadn't been in this apartment for long enough?
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