318

Whenever it's departure time from a place I'm temporarily occupying, I always fancy myself a captain of a ship who's always the last to leave. I remember back in college I stayed until after the dorm has already closed. As a resident assistant, I requested my dorm parent to grant my request to stay even if the dorm is closed officially for the school year. It was eerie walking through the corridor of about forty empty rooms. I ran whenever I go to the bathroom because I was scared.I felt like several eyes were watching me as I go the bathroom at the end of the hall. So much for being the "captain".

And now I'll be leaving the place I called home for six years. Surreal. Call it melodramatic but somehow leaving makes the words to flow freely.

318 and I had our moments.  This is where I spent the night when I found out my Dad died. This is where I dumped my bag when I was denied boarding on that first trip outside the country with my brother. This is where I spent several nights listening to my sister while she battles the demons within. This is where I also spent nights wandering in my own self-made abyss.On a lighter note, this is where the water turned green while I was taking a shower. This is where also a lot of wonderful memories have been made. 

318 is just a number of a place.  It doesn't have life. As I move away from 318 and move to 332... it is a natural progression of things to advance even numerically.  Too much attachment to anything takes away that opportunity to try something new or to begin anew. 

A captain maybe the last to leave but that doesn't necessarily mean that the ship he's abandoning is sinking. It could be that an island has been sighted.