When I was little I always imagined how my own place would look like, where I would live and such. The most important thing back then: How it would be without parents to make the rules! But now the big moving day is comming closer and closer. Which of course means that right now I'm blogging while surrounded by moving boxes and a half empty room.
As excited I am about moving just as sad am I about it. I've lived with my mum and sister for 14 years in this four-room flat. Getting a place with one of my best friend is awesome, but I kind of don't want to leave my mum and sister. I can't imagine how it's going to be not comming home to my mum and sister when lectures are over and just have a nice chat with them about the day.
But even though I'm sad about leaving I'm excited too. I'm going to live with one of my best friends, as mentioned, and we're going to have lots of fun. I know all that and that's what makes this bearable I think. But I know I'm going to cry when my mum, sister and dad leave me in my new flat.
Growing up, moving away from home and not seeing your parents every day is just a part of life. You cannot not grow up, well.. Unless your Peter Pan and live in Neverland. We all have to face it and it's a big step to take, but loving parents and friends really help with this step.
It's scary but it won't kill you. It'll make you stronger!
