Keeping The Right Things In The Right Boxes

Only some hours left of this year. I am not ceremonious about it because I don't believe in numbers. They're invented by humans and I seem to rely more on the innocence of nature than human beings. Still there is this inner hope that next year will bring me more of everything. 

I will help luck and coincidence on their way and move to the second largest city in Denmark by the end of this week, which leaves my forest house both a mess and a stripped one. Depending on which of the 13 rooms you are entering. All those boxes of nothingness that have followed me and my ex-boyfriend the last years every time we moved. This time I put my foot down. And it seems like I have a personal relationship with the boxes that is left. Looking forward to opening every one of them. This is the way it should be. In all aspects of life. It is what my next year is going to be all about. 

Rebecca