Memoires of a Phat girl

I'm slowly saying goodbye to our house, and it's hurting more than I had imagined. For the past 8 years I've lived here, and it's weird to imagine how, basically, that's almost half my lifetime. I never thought saying goodbye to this place would hurt so much. I'm looking forward to a fresh start, a new adventure... but I have such wonderful memories here. Of course at the moment I can't think of any. X"D But still. It's weird.

The garden and my room will need a "special" good bye ceremony.

I suddenly realized.... my future bedroom, in the new place, will be on the first floor... how on earth will I be able to climb out of my window now? O.o" I'll have to think about putting a ladder near it, then. X"D