Moving Out

13^th August 2019

To those who are no longer with me,

It is three days until my first year of being a university student experience is over. On Friday I move back home for a month because I was unlucky enough to find a tenancy that would overlap with my current one. So, stuff is going into storage and myself and some prized possessions will be going home for a month.

If I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I hate packing. I like to think of myself of a somewhat organised person but I am no Monica Geller and I cannot for the life of me see the fun side to packing. It is just unnecessary stress for this girl who tends to stress about something before there is even something to stress about.

As this finally week progresses and I slowly pack away my belongings into boxes that won’t see the light of day for a month, I look a round my room that now looks nothing like it did the week after I moved in and it’s a little sad. There have been times living in this flat where I wished I didn’t. Times when it was awful. Sharing with six other people is hard when you’re an introvert.

However, my room in this flat has been great. It has been home to many hungover conversations with my best friends. I will be leaving this room knowing that it was full of laughter and full of love and just looking around it now, seeing it so bare and so empty is just sad.

My first month here I couldn’t wait to move out, and now, even though I am the only one here and I crap myself every time I hear a door go anywhere else in this building, come Friday, I’m going to be a little be sad to leave.

I hate packing. I hate moving out, but I am looking forward to moving into my new place mid-September and starting the next chapter of my adventure.

So, that is what you’ve missed.
Love, always
Tiffany Jade
Xo