Notes After Settling In from the Move #1

Probably, it seems organizing my memories of this home would be impossible unless I begin now, with about a month left, so from today I've decided to set down my memories of the house in writing for a while. For the time being, I should write a lot.

- CD albums
After coming to this house, I started buying albums. The high-school me — that is, the me of 2007 — collected albums. Among them is Toy's 6th album 'Thank You,' which I listen to often these days, and there's also Broccoli, You Too?'s first album, which I bought as a college student. In any case, I first collected those albums in my current home. I intend to take these albums all the way to the place I'm moving to. That's how many memories they hold for me. I remember gifting albums a few times. It was in college. When close friends had birthdays, I'd buy and give them albums. I knew it might be an awkward gift, but I gave them anyway. Among them was a Peppertones album, a classical album, and the album of some idol I can't remember. There was merchandise that came with buying an album, but since that merchandise was mostly stuff I had no interest in, I remember giving it away to friends. I collected quite a variety, and thinking that it has already passed my college days and become a thing of the past makes me a little wistful.
These days, it's been a long time since I bought an album. It's been ages since Broccoli, You Too?'s new release, and likewise ages since Toy's. Sung Si-kyung's album came out but my interest had waned. Among the albums that remained only in my memory, these days I think of Avril Lavigne's album and those of god, Deli Spice, and others. Until I change cars, I plan to keep a lot of albums loaded and ride around with them.

- The neighborhood library
I went to the neighborhood library so much. It's the place that took charge of my late teens. Here I built my new world. It was here that I first read countless tarot-related books, and here too that I first came across a book about 'mythology' that I stumbled upon while reading a tarot book. It was here that I got to know the school senior who was an important impetus for me to study, and here that countless people studied alongside me so that, in my senior year of high school, my will could be filled to the brim. I'll probably find it hard to forget this library in this neighborhood. I remember the early-morning-soccer uncles eating ramyeon and rice in the park as I passed through it each morning; the gimbap and kimchi stew I ate at the restaurant in front of the library; the lunches and dinners I often had at the now-gone Kkaesuni Gimbap shop; the days I sometimes brought a packed lunch and spent time in the rooftop lounge of the library — these all feel like days that would fly away if I didn't write them down like this.

I don't know whether writing like this for a while will sort out my heart. Having lived here over ten years, even writing isn't easy.