It's my last night in current flat, I move out on Saturday, but tomorrow night I'm suppose to be out at a work dinner.
It's quite a weird feeling seeing all my things in boxes, all my clothes stacked up in the hall way ready for an 8 am start on Saturday.
It's weird because I moved into this flat about a year ago, and this was just gonna be somewhere we lived until we bought something, with big plans for the joint future. And that is all different now, and that feels weird. At this point I can't say good or bad, all I can say is that it feels bad.
For all the shit things, there are going to be good things by leaving this apartment. I will not live next terrible smelling food neighbours. And that will be great...
So last night here...new beginnings and all that.