Moving day.

The time has come.

It seems strange that I've lived here, with these people for almost a year and now I'm leaving, leaving it all behind to return to my place of birth. Its sad. I'm in mixed minds as to whether I should actually do it or not. Why not stay here for another year? But we can't. Change is hard but it must be done. Like a bandaid.

I've had such a fun year in these 1950's white box. Winter was hard, like living in the arctic, unable to escape. But as I pack up my clothes, personal belongings and furniture, I'd do it all again. The cold, unbearable nights in the winter and the sultry nights in summer, the unescapable heat that penetrates through my large windows.

Its sad to leave what you know behind and I'm Leo, I don't do change.

I know I'm leaving for the right reasons and I know that soon the box we have called home will soon be empty, we will all be gone. But it doesn't make it any easier. I'll miss the people, the location, the heart of studentville. I want to slow down time, pause it for a second and enjoy everything. The blocked drain, dirty floors, empty fridge, stale food, I'll miss it.

Looking back to the beginning of the year, I didn't know that my year would map out the way it did, but that made it all the more funner, better. I've had the time of my life, but now its time to move on, to bigger, better things. Its time to look ahead to the future and work out my next step, I'm positive it will be just as good.