Moving (2)

MOVING IS not just moving “stuffs” but searching for “the lost souls.”

When living in the States, I had moved 11 times in those 13 years there as an international student (including moving from one room to another in the same apartment, moving into a dorm room and out of a dorm room into an apartment, moving from one school to another as an undergraduate to a graduate and then a seminary student). I was constantly on the run, ready to go, ready to move, ready to scrutinize my life and possessions. And I prized every possession that I had gained in my student-to-adult life. I had nothing much to begin with at 17 and then at 30 I thought I had accomplished a lot, when I moved back to my native home, Hong Kong.

But, that is also why I hated moving once I had settled down in Hong Kong. Notwithstanding, in these past decade, I had changed offices for a few times and altered my job natures in the same number of times.

At my home, my possessions marked the different stages of my career. But I am saying, OK, it’s time to get rid of my 1992 edition GRE sample examination book and the like. But no way am I going to let go of my yellowed music scores that I had taken to the States and back home. I still think: When I have time, I will sing those songs to my children and then to my grandchildren.

OK, Mama, stop reflecting and go back packing the rest of your piano and music score books now!