So I sold the bag that I bought impulsively in Paris — the Balenciaga City in the striking color, Rouge Cardinal. When I saw the bag for the first time, I really thought it was the color I needed in my wardrobe. A breath of life to my (almost) achromatic wardrobe. Those close to me were excited to see me getting something that’s so… bright.
Months after that I still had doubts whether it was for me. Some have told me to give it time, some have told me that if still doesn’t work out, I should consider letting it go, regardless of its sentimental value. I continued carrying it, hoping that I would feel attached to it. Although it’s so… bright.
Well, I didn’t. It’s not the 1st time I felt unsure over a bag I bought and thought I loved, but this one, I really felt less connected to it.
After 1 1/2 years of trying to make it work (mostly it’s just in my wardrobe), I let it go to someone who have been looking for the bag, who seemed to appreciate it better. As I left from the spot where the bag was handed over, I thought, “Okay, no regrets!”
Not long after that, though, I stumbled upon pictures of me carrying the bag. I thought it looked really good in the pictures. Suddenly, I stared at my wardrobe and thought about the bag that was no longer there. Then I was like OMG WHAT HAVE I DONE!
How could I let it go?!
Reminded myself, that the bag was really not for me.
Then I remembered, I had to edit the pictures of the bag so it’ll look like a deeper red that I prefer -_- It’s still not the red I want in real life.
I needed to let go.
As I was mulling over my feelings while driving, my Spotify played this:
Okay. Barang yang lepas, jangan dikenang.