Bush moves out

'Careful, now u be very careful with that, that has my wall hangings, all in expensive antique frames...'
'Aha, I knew it, I had totally forgotten to label that box. Now put this label of 'Sandals' over it will you?'
'Ok, this one, this one has six, six beautiful sets of wine glasses, each collected on a special occassion. You know how important that is right?'
'That huge thing is not nothing you know, its my darling sweetie pie, its my night-night baby, its my pink teddy bear, please put in the TLC while you handle him.'
'Look at that arrow please, have the right side up, its my little television. Very expensive to get its parts replaced you know?'
'Now now those suitcases, they have my clothes, you could roll them by the wheels.'
'I think you could take that blue-white bag next, it wont be too heavy, but just dont drop it too hard. Its got paints and stuff.'
'Hey hey, you'll need more hands dragging that big box. Its got my book colection.'
'Hmm yes, stop staring at it, I do intend taking that chair with me, no matter how old and torn out it looks.'
'Yeah, the pots too need to be cleared. Be careful now, the rose plants could be very mean to you if you are rough with them.'
'No leave the fish bowl as it is, I'll take it with me. Just that box from the kitchen left.'
Having completed all her instructions for the packers, she finally latched her room and gave the whole scene one last devouring glance, trying to take in as much as she could, remember as much as she could. Bush was moving out of her home, out of her parents' home to her boyfriend Mash's place and was glad that it took this much effort and thinking, so as to totally avoid those moments of reminiscence and nostalgia. She turned her head to leave as a single tear drop fell into the fish bowl in her hand.