By zitalove on Skatehive
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