Musings On Moving Out

Firstly...I just want to say I LOVE MY FRICKIN BEDROOM SO MUCH. I have never loved anything more than my room at golden hour.

That aside. I thought I'd write a little post just about moving out and moving on as today marks the last week in my second year student house - in a week's time we will be out of here, homeless for a night and ready to move in tomorrow. I wanted to originally write like an advice post for people looking for student houses but then realised that most of that advice is useless at this time of year - I'll save that post up for September/October. But I did have some cute photos of my home and I wanted to use them in a post so Rhiannon suggested doing what I do best, just writing and letting my thoughts about moving out just happen. Believe me, there are a lot.

This move is a super bittersweet moment for me - half of me can't wait to be somewhere new and half of me really will miss this place. I think sometimes the half that can't wait definitely takes over though, living with two of the messiest boys on the planet (if you're reading this - I'm sorry, you had to know at some point) has been hard, especially since we've shared a living space big enough for three average sized adults between six of us. We've definitely struggled with things like that this year.

But I think it goes a bit deeper for me - I'm one of those people who attaches certain memories and people to certain places and this house has been the first place I've lived while being in a long term (look, for me, six months was long term) relationship, and it was the house we broke up in and first slept together in (TMI?? You should be used to this by now) and a lot of firsts happened in this house. And while again, part of me will be very glad to leave it behind and leave those memories behind, part of me is pretty sad to be going.

I think it's also quite scary because just as last year's house move did, this one marks the end of yet another year of my higher education. I'm heading into my third year of university in September and I can't...quite believe it or wrap my head around that. While a lot of firsts happened in this house, a lot of lasts will happen in the next and I'm not completely sure how ready I am for that. But at the same time, this is just the next step of life and a bigger part of me is ready to grab that by the balls and really make the most of my last year at uni as I know it.

Em xx