As I stood in Leia's

As I stood in Leia’s empty apartment I felt dislodged from the world around me. All the memories of time I’d spent there drifted in and out of my thoughts and I could find no anchor. It got me to wondering about what Leia had done in her apartment. You invest so much energy into making a space yours, and then in a day you’ve pulled yourself out of it. Your distinct claim to that apartment, house, or room is gone and it’s like that space is craving to be claimed again. Whenever I help someone move out and I wander through their empty rooms and I feel the vacuum that has been created by their departure. It always gets to me. It’s not pleasant or unpleasant, it’s powerful in a way I don’t know how to describe.