Right now I’m feeling so empty. I can not concentrate on anything. I just sit here and stare at the screen. I just hope that nobody notices it.
The great move is now over. Well, almost. The old house is empty and the new owners have moved in. My mom is finally living in the new apartment. I was expecting to have some sad feelings – we were emptying my childhood home after all – but I felt nothing. I was just glad it is now over. Even though I know I’m never going back to that house again. But now that I think about it, that place has not felt like a home to me for a long time anyway, so that’s probably it.
And my dad has been kicked out of the hospital. He was not really willing to leave, but they probably kicked him out yesterday. So he is much better, though not completely the way he was before. I have been afraid to call or visit the new apartment now, as I’m afraid he will be terribly mad. I’m sure he thinks we have lost all his precious stuff when moving.
But now I feel so empty. Now I’d need something to help me get back to normal. I’m afraid it will take a long, long time.