Leaving my Hostel.

The entire process of packing your stuff, of leaving the place you've spent three years in, is beautiful. You find things that you had forgotten about, you feel happy you found them and then maybe a little sad cause you realize things have changed or will change. You decide to take everything with you, but there is a weight limit, you can't carry everything, you need to choose. Leave those things behind that matter less with a hope that you won't regret leaving them behind. Some you throw away because you are hoping that these things won't matter few months down the line, some things you keep anyway.. even when you don't need them cause they remind you of beautiful times, like those few clothes you just can't give away cause once upon a time they were your favorite, you discover things you assumed you never had and always needed. Now you've kept too much.. You don't have much space left but there are so many things still left to keep, you just can't leave them behind, but you segregate further, and you realize somethings won't really matter, some faces will be forgotten, that there are some letters/notes you'd never want to read again, but some.. Some you just can't let go. You pack everything left even when you know that you might not be able to zip the bag..but still you tell yourself you'll manage cause it's getting too hard for you to decide now. It's like you're trying to pack all the beautiful times with you.. When you look at the things you've decided to leave behind you realize you'll miss them a bit, like maybe that register with stupid class conversations in it, but then you look at the bags/boxes/suitcases full of things you need, full of good times, full of everything you chose to keep, and that is enough. Enough memories. Enough love.