It's so weird. I feel totally out of sorts putting everything away for the last time in this flat, and this place isn't my home anymore, it's just a series of echoey rooms with cardboard boxes and bubblewrap every-fucking-where. I used to love moving when it was about every year and just from one rented place to another, but it's different when you're an Adult and all your life choices are heavy with the weight of responsibility for doing the Sensible and Right thing. Anyway I'm too tired to pack. sadface.