off i go to ireland for 8 days tmr :p i'm basically gonna chill and watch my world cup matches. my aunt's going to have to herd this lazy arse around :p teehee.

i'm moving out of 71 marchmont street for good tomorrow. looking around this (now) empty room, i can't help but feel this overwhelming desire not to leave. but what is a house if its empty right? all the friends who have visited and stayed here. all the crazy memories of our household. the dinners on the floor. the football matches and the fried chicken/pizza. the happiest two years of my life were spent living in this apartment. and its become my sanctuary. my haven to hide away, and burrow under my lovely fluffy quilt.

i will miss you very much flat 2, 71 marchmont street. it was a good two years (: