Moving!

Today, I finally understood why it is so emotional to move somewhere; Because you have to take everything down as it was, and build it up again, but it will never be the same. Today, I took my pictures and butterflies off the wall, and almost started crying. My room now looks like a bloody jail-cell. There is no colors or anything, and it makes me sad. I am just wondering how the hell I am going to fit all this shit in my little room in the Quays. It is technically the same size as the one I have now, but there is no chest for my clothes, so I have to pack it all and maybe give some to charity or take it home to Norway this summer… But then again no, I will figure something out. Still got my bedside-table to use since I am getting another one there, and this one I got myself at Home Bargain.

Fuck it, I will just move in to Peter, Iain and Nik (then Dans) house, and take over Peters room. That bed is the most comfy bed I have ever encountered, including all the beautiful beds at IKEA. Haha! Just joking… maybe. Good thing I have Ali, if not I do not know what I would have done over the summer, because I need a place to store my things near the Quays, but then again I do not know when Ali will be back after summer and I cannot get my things unless he is there. Too much stress to talk about, I will rather just go the boys' house in a min and watch the Arsenal-game later on. Sounds much more relaxing.