I moved out of my little flat which I’ve lived in for 2 years now hence the absence. It was so stressful packing everything up but now it’s like I never lived there. As for the house well really you would think I’d be glad to see the back of it: The house was wonky, it was falling down and it was so cold but regardless of that it was home. It had a warm environment with lot of love and laughter. Don’t get me wrong, it came with its arguments and house flaws but we got through them all. It was honestly a pleasure living there with the people I did, I have a heart full of love and a head full of memories. Watch this space as some of the best ones may just make an appearance. But as for now I close the door, the memories will come with me and adventure will arise in the new place. Though I’m sad to be leaving it’s been a good and I’m thankful for the last 2 years.
To the people I lived with: Long live the magic we made.