Looking around in the house that I will be leaving, for ever, in eight days, I realise that nothing of me is in it. Just a few items that do not say anything about me:

some clothes,
5 books,
1 laptop
a few notepads
1 snowboard
1 knife
and that is basically it...

Still my bags will overflow as I pack them into the car and leave the shell of the home was sheltering me short while.

When you move, it is like when leaving a coffee shop. Although you have been sitting there for a while creating new memories, as you leave that is all you are. All the traces of you will be cleared away and no one will know what you were, are or will become.

I am just one
and that is all