Tonight will be the last time I ever sleep in this house again.
Tomorrow, I move up to Scotland with my parents. (To be more precise, I move up to live with my grandparents while they finish off the rest of the stuff that needs to happen, and then they move up to also live with them until the new house they bought becomes available, which should be in about 2 weeks or so.)
Right now, my mind doesn't really believe this is happening. I'm lying in my room like always right now, typing on my laptop like it was a typical night. And yet...
...
...and yet this bed will not be slept on any more. Ever.
Not by me, at least.
Somebody else will be using my room. It won't be my room any more.
It's not the same as when I moved to Reading for a year. I knew I had this house as a backup then. This house that I've lived in for over half my life. It's always been there.
I do have housing plans in the making, but those most likely won't come to fruition until January.
In the meantime, I think I need to say goodbye to this house.
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