I finished moving out of my flat today. I had to give it up to go to India; and I'm going to miss it so much. It may have been tiny and had holes in the wall; and my flatmate may have had sex with a stranger in my bed, drank all my margarita, broken my corset, borrowed my expensive nail polish all the time without asking and made my loofah smell like cigarette smoke*- but it was my tiny, dilapidated, asshole-flatmate-infested flat, goddamit. And I'm going to miss it.
Everything was where I liked it- I had my iced water and green apples all lined up in the fridge, my penguin classics arranged alphabetically, my clothes divided by color and my shoes divided by level of stripperishness; and the perfect amount of throw pillows.
Now I've moved home to my attic in Seatoun. Which is awesome; because I get to hang out with my family and my cats and my niece; but not awesome because it's an attic, my cats breathe in my face while I sleep** and my niece gets pissed if I don't play with her enough or if I do play with her but don't let her win everything. Whatever bitch, it's not my fault that I'm awesome at puzzles and hide n seek.
1 month till I leave for India. Scary!
*Seriously. I tried to wash my face and it was like I was being smothered to death by an aged prostitute.
** I think they're waiting for me to die so they can feast on my still-warm flesh.
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