it's 1.33am. i'm looking at my room and realising how it's actually quite big.
my bookshelf's gone, and so is the little cupboard beside my bed.
it's beginning to look empty.
packing's been a chore, but someone told me that unpacking's gonna be an even bigger pain in the butt. i think i believe her. especially after seeing how much junk i actually own. i wish myself luck.
tonight is the second last night that i'll spend in this room that i've slept in for 13 years and in this house that i've lived in for 21. about half a year ago, we put our house up for sale. to be honest, i had secretly hoped that there wasnt going to be any buyer. but i knew we had to sell it. 3 months ago, someone finally bought it. i then secretly hoped that we wouldnt be able to find another place that quickly. yes, i was secretly selfish.
less than 2 weeks ago, we got the keys to our new rented place.
and this place? my precious sanctuary. my hideout. my boudoir. it's just going to be a place filled with 21 years worth of memories. okay, maybe 16 years, since i cannot remember anything much from the first 5 years.
the day is finally coming. wow, it is real.
boy, am i going to miss this place like crazy.
but SO LONG, WCG!
