Post 1 - Moving out, E3

So i'm sitting in my empty room, finally finished removing the last of the blue tac from my posters and pictures and taking in that these will be the last moments spent here. I've moved out of a few places over the years and it's still not easy to let go of the memories attached to the four walls where your head lay rest. I only made the decision to was move out earlier today so it was all still a bit of a whirlwind for me. Luckily for me I didn't really need to give any notice as I'd been renting off of my flatmates Sians' dad and even though I offered to stay a few weeks till they found someone new to move in Big Sean said I could leave whenever I felt it. Big Sean is my housemate Sians dad (well ex-housemate now), I always found it funny her parents decided to name her that.

Anyway, later that day I did what I'd vaguely planned to do for the preceeding weeks, gave most of my clothes, laptop and other nit bits to charity and threw out old photos and other bits and peices, which was incredibly hard as I consider myself bit of a hoarder. I love keeping things like old bus passes from Zagreb or a picture my mate drew of me when we were pissed but I thought if I got it over and done with quickly and and close mindedly it would be a bit less painful. I was eventually left with just about enough possesions to squeeze in to a hiking bag, down to a pair of trainers, two pairs of jeans, 5 t-shirts a few sweatshirts and a denim jacket. In the side compartments were my charger and toiletries and on the other side a towel. This is what I'll be living out for the next few years of my life. Pretty surprising and to an extent striking how much you really dont need when you think about it.  Just before I left to stay at my friend Megans place for a few days I called up Sian to my room to thank her for the last year - it had been truly amazing living in that flat above the barber shop in the East end and I made my way out, the first step of my adventure had begun.

Me and a few mates the night before I left. another alcohol fuelled night at the flat, scant disgregard for the fact that booze and roof ledges don't go well together and totally unaware I would be moving out less than 24 hours later.