Speaking of moving on, I received an email today telling me that I too have to move out of my apartment in one month's time.

I just don't believe this.

I don't want to move- I can't even picture packing up all my stuff into boxes and then labelling them 'Take' and 'Toss'.

 

Just the other day, out on a whim I decided to repack my 'bag box' and count the number of bags I own.

30.

3- 0.

I have one bag for each day of the month. Why does one require so many bags when I have only cash, keys, a phone and lipgloss to carry? Any guy would agree that a pocket would suffice.

But then again, all women know that bags are not just necessities, they are the quintessential accessory to dress up, or down any outfit.

And don't even get me started on shoes. I refuse to count them because I do not want to hear the number repeating over and over again in my head, haunting me, reminding me that I only have one pair of feet.

 

But coming back to the point, I really do not want to move to another apartment. I don't exactly have feelings for my apartment, but I spent a good 3.5 years living here and I am a creature of habit.

I do look forward to the change of environment however.

I have to leave Sheikh Zayed Road and it's horrific. All my friends live here. The supermarket is a 100 steps away. Starbucks is just round the corner. And the drycleaners is barely half a block away.

Now I have to move away from convenience into very inconvenient.

Hell, I'm moving into the desert!

Now where do I start?

My easiest solution is to vacuum pack my whole life into bags, then seal them in boxes, ready to be moved.

 

I was watching the last episode of Season 5 of Sex and the City- I Heart NY.

This was the episode where Carrie finds out that Big is moving to Napa.

 

 

And I got to thinking, hey, I like this episode.

Maybe it's for the fact that they played my favourite track Northern Lights by Lux as the show opens.

Maybe it's for the fact that it's the start of autumn or maybe it's because Miranda gave birth to a baby boy or maybe it could be that Carrie bought a new pair of pink Christian Louboutins.

 

It's all good except for the part where Big leaves New York.

 

I guess sometimes people just have to leave one city and move on to another.

I know I'll be doing the same one day.

In fact, I'll be leaving one city and moving on to 2 cities after.

It's complicated.

 

But to those who are packing up their bags right now as we speak (or type), bon voyage.

The grass is always greener on the other side isn't it?

 

My dinner date...