It’s moving season. My university is moving campus and I am moving house. My office, apartment and car are all full of boxes of various sizes. A sense of temporariness is infused into familiar spaces, and there is an urgency to just move and get it over with. Nevertheless, it is refreshing. The inevitability of change feels surprisingly good. Granted, the warmness afforded to us by familiar spaces is to be appreciated. However, I find that staying too long in such spaces (my apartment, room, office, etc) cloys my mind into a subtle state of dullness resembling some form of conscious hibernation (how’s that for a great line of bull!). The intellect is lulled into what I would term as a state of “environment-induced hypnosis” due a lack of mental stimulation by what have become an overly familiar and intimate environment.

It might be a right-brain thing, or it might be just me. The fact remains that moving shakes thing up a bit, at least for a while, until the surroundings become excruciatingly familiar again.

On a differnt note, I am just glad that I will finally be able to find a parking spot on my street.