for the past couple of days i have been moving my things from my room to my flat, and at first it was kinda exciting, fun etc..
yesterday i don't know what came over me, i guess it hit me that I'm leaving the house that i grew up in, and the tears would not stop, walahi at one point i was telling my eyes of
me: right stop it now, stop crying, why are you still over flowing with the tears business.
lets just say my fiance walked in to this scene and bless him did not know what to do lol.
i think he must have thought i had gone mad, i thought i was being quite seeing how i didn't want any one to hear me, but i got caught.
anyway once the tears started it wouldn't stop, and i felt so silly, every one was reassuring me that at least I'm living in the same city, that my flat is a 7 minute walk away from my parents house, blah blah blah.
i know all that but no matter what people are telling me i cant help feeling slightly down with the idea of leaving.
i want to be 6 again...