She is leaving.
All the night she is packing.
She has been living with me for two years at least.
I can feel she is packing by me.
Just like that morning I left San Francisco.
Julia was watching at me, at my packing.
She watched I walked here and there, here and there, with not a word.

I remember JingJing has told me that,
She dreamed of my leaving, too
When that date Nonnie was going to move out.
Leaving is like change,
Because someone goes
And somebody moves in.

Although I can not deny that
Indeed, I do expect for the guy who is going to move in.
He is a nice guy, I suppose.
And I knew I will like him when the first time I saw him.

However,
I have no reason I feel upset when she is packing.
Maybe that’s because I am a person who always wanna keep old things.
Maybe that’s because the room suddenly returns to be itself, empty,
And the existence of my old living days comes back to the room,
Which I have had something really special.

I guess I will go and sit on my old bed in the room
Before he moves in.

I guess I will get a new me
After he moves in.

Otherwise,
I have no idea
How my life will go.