in the end

This is the last post from this apartment. 
Im sitting in the shambles of my room, with stuff all over and boxes.
Im amazing how little it takes to make a space be just a space, not a home. It's also abit painful. 
I grew up in this flat. I came in as an eighteen year old girl, with issues and dreams and pain and a plan. 
I'm leaving a twenty one year old man, with issues, and dreams, and quite a bit less pain and a more concrete plan. I'm excited to leave, to start anew, but at the same time, I will miss it here, and mourn it, i guess , to an extent.
Change isnt fun, but ya know, on'es gotta do what one's gotta do.