On the verge of something new...

[dolorosa_12]

Well. Starting from Monday I will have officially "moved out of home." (I say this in quote marks because since moving from Mum's to Dad's it's felt like I've left home anyway.)

I'm not too sure what I think about the matter. Of course I'm really looking forward to housesharing with CC, but why does everything have to be so...final?

I packed up my stuff into a suitcase and drove it round to CC's and felt like crying. Why does every change in your life feel like the ending of an era?

Every time I feel like I've grown up, I feel like the price has been to let go of something with incredible reluctance.

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[catpuccino.livejournal.com]

Yeah... it's sad and scary and weird.
Growing up. *sigh*