Behind the cardboard walls: revisiting the chaos of boxes

Every time I see those stacked moving boxes, a strange mix of nostalgia and frustration floods over me.
It's funny how something so mundane can carry a whole story—new beginnings, goodbyes, or just the simple act of packing away memories.
Today, I lingered a bit longer by these silent witnesses to my life's little upheavals.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever outgrow this restless urge to keep starting over, or if these boxes will just keep following me around forever.