Moving is such an interesting thing. It’s a strange in-between. Almost like  purgatory in a way I suppose. There’s such an intense sadness in moving for me. Leaving a place that you’ve grown to call your home is heartbreaking. And as my move out day draws near, that sadness is amplified.

This place was my home. I lived here. And yes, it was for only a year. But my god, what a year it has been. So much has happened in this place. And so little at the same time. And I think that’s the magic of a home. Yeah, I’m not sure. It isn’t quite making sense to me either. Probably the alcohol taking effect lol.

Hey, it happens. That’s the price we pay. It was a good year, I made friends. Grew closer to a few. Still working on that finding love bit, but ain’t we all? That’s part of the human experience, dog. That’s the way it goes. I’m doing alright. Work is good. Could pay better, but that’s how it goes. I’m living to my best, school is just around the corner and I am stoked. It’ll be nice to get back into that routine. I have missed it. School kept me focused and busy. With only work, I’ve got nothing and honestly it gets kinda boring sometimes. But with school in the mix. I have other things occupying my time. It’ll be fun. I’m looking forward to it.