When I started this blog I told myself I’d keep the personal posts to a minimum, but I’m going to make an exception. Yesterday deserves to be documented.
So. Yesterday I moved out of Southampton, for good. What a monumental day for me, I don’t think there is any other way to describe it. I have to admit, I'm still feeling pretty down right now. That city has been home for my friends & I, for three long years. It just feels slightly surreal that I won’t be heading back up there after the weekend, that I’m home for good.
We all fell in love with it, & everyone that visited did too. It's been good to us & I'll miss it, a lot. It's provided me with amazing people & places, memories I'll remember till the day I die, & some I wish I could forget. Oh & a messed up nose. But hey; without wanting to sound clichéd, that's all part of growing up right? Making your own mistakes & fighting your own battles. I honestly wouldn't change a second of it, I’ve had the time of my life (as the song goes).
On a slightly different (yet equally mentally straining) vein, my grandparents very kindly offered to help move the last of my junk out of my room. It was a surprise, but an incredibly pleasant & most welcome surprise. For four years I only ever saw them over the Christmas holidays & around my birthday, but lately I've seen them twice in two weeks. Which is just lovely, and it's probably for the best.
I'll be spending three weeks with them during September & October, I really want to dispel any potential awkwardness between us by then. Especially as there's going to be a whole other lot of bitterness & awkwardness to contend with when we touch down. But, I digress. I have missed them & I super appreciate the gesture. It has been emotional & to be honest, I really wanted them there to share it with me (for reasons quite beyond my comprehension).
So long Southampton, it’s been a hell of a ride.
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