Basically I haven't got anything against change. My family have changed homes 3 times in 10 years so I should be used to it. I changed home when I was 14 to go to a school 300 kms away from my hometown. Then I moved even further for the University. I called a Dutch city HOME for 5 months... 2000 kms away from my "place of birth". Then I got back to my country again to move to another flat in the university city where I spend most of my time. I call it Home too.
And now, I have to move again.
Of course moving out is never easy. You are not only leaving the things behind but you leave the memories there too.
The early mornings, the click of the boiler which signed that your tea is ready, the people who you welcomed there, the memory of the first cooking, the never-ending studying in exam periods, the color of the dawn on the bedroom's wall, the time you spent in the sofa dreaming about something, the small sighs of someone in your bed next to you...
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I love this photo+ writing of yours the best...maybe because I've never been so close to understanding your ideas as now...but once you've gotta start it, haven't u?:D
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I love this photo+ writing of yours the best...maybe because I've never been so close to understanding your ideas as now...but once you've gotta start it, haven't u?:D
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Mmmm... Martini's background... Finally, do you have to move? But, have you been able to find a new flat with your flatmate? It's always difficult to leave those places you've been calling "home" one day and the following one. There's a part of you, and you also have a part of it. Iguess you will keep the smell of your clothes when they were in that wardrobe, forever.
Finally I don't have to leave. I will live with two girls. Life sucks. :D
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