Paris, here i come

eArs gLUeD tO: 'Hands Open' by Snow Patrol

I am sitting in my now almost empty room as i type this post. Have been busy packing and shifting my stuff to my new flat(flat 5). Almost done. Just left my laptop and some clothes. However, i don't feel like moving there just yet. A part of me does not want to go, that part just wants to remain here forever, in Flat 8.

Perhaps i feel afraid. Afraid of change. New flatmates to get used to, new rules to adhere to...I will be the new one there. Those already there has been in that flat since last September. The newcomer, i hate to be the newcomer. Small problem i guess, after all, change of environment is not a bad thing, one learns to adapt.Perhaps what i am afraid of the most is that how every one seems to be getting along with their life, while i'm still the blur one. With all these shifting going on, I feel as if a chapter of my life has closed.

Plan to move in tomorrow. Tonight will be my last night in Flat 8. Ah, the memories. Everyone else has shifted, the flat feels so empty.
And i will move in to my new flat tomorrow. Gosh, i am dreading the packing! Didn't realise that i have accumulated so much food all these while. I should be a hamster. I have loads of sauces, noodles, and everything else. Hope the new flat has enough place in the kitchen for me stuff.

And then on Monday i am off to Paris!! Looking forward to that. OooLalaaaa