I Had a lot of Ropes after Moving

You always leave something behind when you move out. The places you knew, the work you used to do, and, most importantly, the people you cared for and loved. That’s sad. But then again, that’s the way life has to be. Now, I had a lot of ropes after moving and I swear I didn’t know what I would end up doing with them.

On the other hand, moving out gives you the opportunity to adapt to a new environment. You meet new people, and leave past mistakes behind. You try different things, and you face challenges that make you grow. What I’m trying to say is that moving out provides you with new ground for hope.

Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is that, when I moved into this new house, I used a lot of ropes to tie my boxes. I guess I do that because on a previous move, several boxes broke apart. And I assure you that having your belongings spread across the floor is not a nice sight, especially if the exact box that happens to break in front of your new neighbors is the one with your intimate clothes.

So, by the time I finished moving, I had yards and yards of rope. I was about to throw them away, when one of my new neighbors came to my house and said he could do something “interesting” with the ropes. By the way he said “interesting”, I got intrigued. He asked me to give him an hour of full cooperation, and, since he’s very good-looking, I agreed.

Well, it turns out he’s a Shibari master—you know, the Japanese bondage practice. And I don’t care if it’s Japanese, Australian, or whatever; it is one of the most “interesting” experiences you can have, not to mention that it was the sexiest, most original icebreaker between neighbors that I’ve heard of. And it all began beacuse I had a lot of ropes after moving.

The best part is that recycling is good for the planet.