The thought of moving out..

The thought of moving out;
...is so so depressing! It hasn't really hit me until some of my flat mates started to move out. Seeing their empty rooms, which were full of possessions and memories, really starts to hit you. This is it. We're never going to be living in this flat or together again. Halls of residence is a one time experience, and it's all happened so quickly. I'd give anything to go back and do it again!

Well, i've got less than a week to go. The kitchen looks almost empty, and loads of stuff from my room went home today. It's slowly starting to sink in. The thought of never sitting in this flat again, waking up after a night out and stumbling into the kitchen just feels horrid. Also the thought of pre-drinks, it won't be the same next year surely? We won't have much space, and we won't all be together! There are so many memories in these walls, and although it's been an incredible time, it's such a sad feeling knowing that 6 new students will be coming and taking our place soon next year. Also, I won't be living with everyone again next year, which is an even sadder thought. It almost feels surreal, I keep welling up and have to stop myself from crying, and I never cry! I guess we really made this place feel like home, and I will miss every inch of our wonderful, and slightly shitty court 14, apartment 14 flat.