You know, I've heard somewhere before that the heart affects the eye, that the mood affects what you see, and when combined together, your visions become a mirror of what, and how your heart is, on that day, at that time.
If this be true- and I think it is- then my mood here at Steppyhouse on this particular afternoon would have to be one of the most chaotic ever in the two years I'd been there.
These are some of the worst pictures I've ever taken of the place.
So bad were some that not even Photoshop Express could save them.
Frankly I don't know what happened.
I don't know why it was that these pictures turned out looking like this. These are already some of the nicer ones. There're those that turned out looking uneditable and unsaveable and I had to delete them away.
It cannot be because of the boxes and the furniture and everything even if, yes, they made the living seem less aesthetic than what ordinarily they would.
But maybe by this time I was more than ready to say goodbye.
Packing up a house is one of those things that can tend to take up a lot of time. It doesn't matter whether you start earlier or start later. It just occupies a lot of energy, a lot of spirit, a lot of time.
By this season we had shifted some of the Toyogo boxes away from the patio corner where they'd been sitting for the last two years out to the front where the glass table were. I'd also tossed away the plastic lavender flowers from the vase that I'd brought back from Thailand, and collected the hangers that had been previously on the ladder, placing them now on the table.
That vase would, sadly, not come along with me.
It was too heavy.
That glass table too.
Even though, admittedly, we had tried.
The glass surface was too heavy and, if I might say, sadly a little too impractical in terms of weight, and size, for the place we were going to.
It feels a little sad seeing this now, knowing that it hasn't been that long since we had this glass table that we cherished, tried to bring, and what with moving and all, now we no longer have.
It's not just the glass table that is gone.
The brown plastic chairs, and the black marble table is gone too.
I decided to let it go.
But this, not as painful.
It wasn't ours to begin with.
Seeing these pictures, it is interesting when one realizes life simply can, and does change.
Dropping the black marble table wasn't as painful as the glass one. We had bought it back at Ceylon for the showcase, we had brought it here because there seemed to be enough space, and now it was time to let it go.
It isn't just the tables that are gone though.
The shelves that once used to house some of our printers and papers we brought over but decided to throw. And the bench upstairs that once had a few clothes here and there, together with the table and chairs, we altogether sold.
I hadn't kept my toys by the staircase into the MUJI bag yet at this time, so this marks one of the last pictures I took of them on their table by the window that looks out towards the pool of Heliconia opposite.
The gym chair that once used to be out on the balcony remains folded as a screw's gone missing.
And the wooden table that once used to be on the balcony we threw away.
So familiar have these scenes been for two whole years that i never really thought about it until this season when it was almost time to leave.
A bit of a regret that we never got to fully maximise the wooden table- save for the early mornings and evenings- the balcony got too warm even for lunch, but I had used it in the mornings and evenings, and that I was glad for.
Then of course out on the balcony there is the vase, which we too also decided to let go. It belonged to my friend's mum, but he had no idea the significance of them vases, and so decided no point holding on to them as well.
I still have a couple of these pictures. They are better- brighter, at least, with better composition- but I think I'll stop now and write about them only at another time.