Chapter 23


I am writing this from my bed in my empty room at my house. All of the clothes, shoes, toiletries, books, DVDs, CDs, posters, photos, revision notes, stationary, teddy bears and odd socks have gone, but love and memories remain. I am the last one to leave out of my 3 housemates, and it makes me sad.

I’m waiting for Janet to pick up my keys, inspect the house one last excruciating time and then check me out. She’s 2 hours and 22 minutes late. Freakin’ Janet. So, like any other writer, I sat down and pulled out a pen…or in my case, an iPad. My notebook is at my parents’ house beneath a mountain of odd socks and posters.

There are so many memories embedded in these walls, some bad but the rest good. Some brilliant, some hilarious, some disgusting, some excruciating, some awkward, some life changing, some just plain wrong…but memories I’ll cherish nonetheless.

Today I move back in with my parents into a bedless box room, my bus pass expires at midnight at which point I will fix myself a stiff drink and have a little cry. I will miss my beloved house so much, it hurts. I’m still in it and I miss it already. For this reason, I’ve decided to start a new blog dedicated to the memories of my all-too-quick 11 months and two weeks under this small but awesome roof. I hope you find it as funny as I hope you find my everyday musings, which I vow will not be neglected in any way.

More awkward moments coming your way soon guys, you have my word. In fact, if you haven awkward moment of your own, please let me know, I’d love to hear about it and maybe even publish it on your behalf (names changed, of course. Absolute discretion).

Ciao for now.

Em x

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