Changes.

So, I know where I'm moving now. It took 2 emails and a phone call, but I got there. They've reinstated my place at International House, and I move in on Sunday. This gave me 2 days (today and tomorrow) in which to get last minute stuff and finish off my packing.

It's a weird feeling, leaving home. Bittersweet I believe is the operative word. On the one hand, I am so pumped to be in full control of my life. To answer to myself and fully accept all of the consequences. To be living in Inner City; -I finally get to seriously party. It's such a liberating feeling, packing your suitcase, knowing that you'll never permanently live at home again.

And yet, that point brings me sweetly to my next; For nigh on 18 years I've been living at home. I'm used to the comfortability, the safety. Even the silly arguements with my Mother. There is not a doubt in my mind that I'm ready, I could've probably coped 2 years ago, but now I really want it. Staying at home is... hard. It's weird when the day you've pined for since you were 8 and your parents grounded you for a perfectly respectable reason, which back then was so uncool and annoying, has finally arrived.

I got my "best" shot today, incidentally I have to have 2 more. Oh the joys.

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