im packing the first stuff for the first own flat and im freaking out and crying and i might even be able to take my cat with me, which makes me feel a bit better but im still freaking out.
so many memories, so much stuff i know and love and ah idk, its so scary.
im looking forward to it thugh, i love my girlfriend and i want to move together with her, that has been my wish for years now but god this is scary. i gotta miss my family a lot and everything.
the stuff i find and the memories i think of throw me back when i was like 13 or 14 and i kinda wanna jump right back in that time and do everything again, mortality is so scary and time doesnt stop but the time ive been at home, here, felt like a constant thing, something that would never change, but of course it does. It just always seemed SO far away and now it actually starts and as much as im happy about it i am afraid and freaking out.
