The 3rd hit

This is the times when the hits are getting bigger and harder.
Yesterday is was that time, time for the 3rd hit.

Moving out my belongings is something that needs to be done.
I know that.
But it hits me right in the face when I need to take out my last things out of the closet, because also the closet itself has to move along with everything else.

I want this to be over soon, the quicker the better.
But on the other hand, asking myself if I’m taking it slowly enough.
Where is the line that tells me when I move too fast, too quick and that I need to take it a step back.

Talking to each other is the last thing we do.
Lets put it this way, we don’t even speak at all to each other.
We don’t talk.. We fight.. about the laundry basket.
Cause it’s mine.
But you are the one who uses it. Next to the three other baskets.