Two nights left here in my old place...I'm quite sad to leave. But as I mentioned earlier....we use and we are used. People that come to our lives, we stick together because we use each other...in a positive way, most often than not. In as much as I would want to stay, I know deep within me it's time to move on. I hate to imagine myself saying goodbye to my flatmate....I might just cry on Sunday.

Moving to my new place gives me just mixed feelings. Happy to have my independence finally, but a bit anxious to be on my own. I'm pretty sure I'll cope well. It's just a matter of getting used to it.