Journal

Old Is New Again

Room Transfer

I’ve been busy changing rooms. My dad has orchestrated this event and we began shifting some of the things around (desk, computers, and bed from my old room; cupboards, desk and more cupboards from the current one) during the weekend. It took a little bit of clever thinking too because it’s easy to overlook things when you’re planning these complicated manoeuvres.

The process is far from complete, but I can basically survive in this new room just fine right now, because all the important things are over. I’m still short of my wardrobe, where I hide so many things, my bookshelf, and a rack that I think I might not keep. There’s also my whiteboard, but I’m not too concerned about that. I also want to start hanging up a couple of decorations.

To say this is a new room for me is I suppose just a figure of speech, since it had been my bedroom for many, many years. Since I can remember, in fact. I only shifted out to the other room somewhere when I was maybe 16? I can’t remember.

In the meantime, I’ve still to grow used to my new room. It’s not just the feeling of being in somewhere slightly unfamiliar. There are small little practicalities too, like how I realise there’s no desk now at my bedside (it’s moved to the tail end of my bed) so I can’t check my clock in the middle of the night and have no convenient place to leave my glasses. But yes, there is the slight sense of alienation that isn’t tied to any practical explanation. I can’t help noticing, for example, that even the wall’s a different colour. I’m sure that will happen in a week or so, especially if I get more of my things over. For now, I think I’ll just continue feeling like I’m in a hotel room.

Jukebox

I’m currently listening to:

• Embryonic by The Flaming Lips
• The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars by David Bowie
• Roseland NYC Live by Portishead
• On Tour With Eric Clapton by Delaney & Bonnie
• Mingus Ah Um by Charles Mingus

A mix of the old and new and the not-so-old-not-so-new-and-just-something-I-didn’t-get-to-at-first. I can see Delaney & Bonnie getting replaced in the next couple of weeks. Though I might be wrong. I usually am.

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