Seeing these pictures right now at this very moment is a little triggering.
I don't know why.
Perhaps there is a wee bit of pensiveness that I have looking at them now.
Perhaps too there is a quiet incomprehensible sadness for the situation we faced during the season we moved out from Steppyhouse to where we are now.
It felt like a transition more than a goodbye.
And yet, it was a goodbye. It is a goodbye.
Sure, the last couple of months would've been better off needless, but that don't change the fact that in the year prior I traveled in and out to Thailand, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Korea and Malaysia.
More than that though, it is also perhaps the fact that it be less than two months since we are in the new place, so memories of the old are still present, still strong, still nestling somewhere in the brain.
These here are the last few pictures of Steppyhouse that I grabbed before we began shifting stuff into boxes both plastic, and cardboard.
After these, I don't have anymore.
But the heart was a little better this time, I should say.
There is the shot of the rooftop patio, complete still, with vase from Thailand, big glass table, black marble table, brown plastic chairs, and Toyogo boxes, and pail.
There is the corner with the collapsible shelf and the boxes that held various newspaper cuttings and documents, as well as the plastic box holding my bags that I stuffed when we first moved to Steppyhouse and afterwards decided not to remove.
We got an audio equipment box on the floor, no less, and the printer still up on the shelf.
I hadn't even yet thrown away the Daiso cushions at this time.
Of course in the room there is my desk and adjoining collapsible shelf that by this time I had begun clearing bit by bit, leaving only the stuff to go into boxes, and the essentials and things which on the day to day I still had to consistently use.
One day I will look back and smile at the water bottle.
One day too I will look back and think of the Pooh bear Daiso cup that I had once bought for two dollars and decided- before we left- that it were time to throw it away.
I have a clear memory of how these things were placed.
Likewise too I have a clear memory of the big MUJI-like wooden table in the room, the big wooden MUJI-like chair with its blue cushions, the golden curtains, the barang barang on the table, the guitar and ukulele at the corner, and the box holding photo albums which were a pet project started when we first moved here and later put aside.
We never removed the blower from its position.
We also never removed the blue flat cushion that I sometimes used as a pillow when lying on the floor watching crime documentaries on the TV during late nights.
Perhaps then it is a good thing that I took a closeup of the Pooh bear stationery mug that I now no longer have and will no longer be able to find.
Perhaps then too I be thankful that the last, and final picture of our living at Steppyhouse be this.
Especially since Steppyhouse was always a place that made you look out, look beyond, even if it be the unknown, and however we arranged our things was a reflection of ourselves, and how well we made use of the space to be as cozy as we wanted it to be.