Every now and then my eyes will trail every corner of my room, sometimes lazily and other times in an attempt to take in the blessing of the answered prayer that I am living in.
And ever so often, my eyes will move past the now-empty space between my box and my bag, and internally I will feel a wave of relief wash over me. Without fail, my thoughts would transport me back to when I first moved in months ago.
You see when I first moved in, I had a lot of luggage. If I'm not mistaken, I travelled with 7 separate luggage items, and I had to constantly keep track of every single one of them at intervals.
And so when I got my place and settled in, I had to collapse some of the bags, of course after unpacking, some of the things were bound to be empty.
I couldn't fully unpack my box because I didn't have a wardrobe yet, and I also couldn't properly unpack my other big bag due to the same reason.
But then this third bag, had things in it that could properly fit into my first two bags. But for some reason, I didn't want to collapse it. It made sense to leave it there. And eventually, I got used to being there.
Now the weird part is, every time I would look at that bag, I would feel stressed. As though my space was congested. Yet I didn't do anything about it. I didn't even realise the impact it was having on me, not until I travelled and came from the Christmas holiday.
I went home, so it was only normal that I came back with even more bags. I carried food items, more clothes, and other things. That means that I came back with two more bags.
Now where were they going to fit in my small room?
I eventually started unpacking. But before travelling I had a rat problem. And because of this, I decided not to unpack my food items; the rat hadn't yet discovered that the food items were inside the bags.
But upon my return, I came up with a solution to the problem, and that meant I was cleared to properly unpack my foodstuffs. And that meant that I could finally collapse my bags.
And now, I have just two bags, in the space where I used to have three. So when my eyes would travel across my room, the empty space the third bag left behind would drag my vision in like a magnet, and instead of feeling stressed like before, I would be calm.
I feel happier having removed that bag. Now my room has even more space and it's more breathable. In the grand scheme of things, my bag doesn't exactly mean a lot to us.
But I'm happy I get to talk about it here, topics like these help you to appreciate the mundane things happening in our background.
It places a magnifying glass over the otherwise overlooked things and helps you recognise where there is a problem.
Thank you for reading!
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