I’m trying to work out if I should write this under a time constraint or not, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m sitting here at this desk at night one last night in this house. Tomorrow I leave, then come back, because there’s still packing and work that needs doing. Right now I don’t do that. Right now I just prepare for tomorrow, and then once I’ve done that… yeah. Sleep, I guess.

Actually I’ll have to dismantle the desk, but once that’s done, rest.

There have been plenty of good times and plenty of bad times in this house. I’ll miss the suburb more than the house itself. I certainly won’t miss the Andrew Tate lookalike who couldn’t handle being told no when it came to blasting music. I won’t miss him. I also won’t miss the copious amounts of dust that this house collects.

I will miss being near a park and a pool and a Flower Power, but new things are on the way. I’ll survive this. I’ll get past it all, and maybe things will be better. Yet to be determined. I’ll find out soon enough.

I wish that this move wasn’t happening under such rough circumstances, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is persevere.

So, I guess now it’s time for me to do a little bit of dismantling followed by some rest. I thought I’d have more to say right now, but I don’t, and that kind of sucks, but what am I gonna do? It’s all sorts of sad and all sorts of positive anticipation, but more sad than anything. But this still is fine and okay, and I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and do what I need to do.