moving day

I’m moving out of my student home. My room of the past four years. A place of new beginnings and sudden endings. Never alone and never the same thing twice. Of music, noise and laughter. I’ve spent winters inside and summers outside. Rain and sunsets on the same balcony. The wildest moments. The sweetest memories. Nothing that a good talk couldn’t fix. Roommates, friends and lovers at the same time. And inevitably having to let go. I’ve grown in and out of this space. I’m older – and only a little bit wiser, but it’s time for a new adventure.


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