Leaving home for a while...

In a few hours I'll be moving to a new place in Taft Ave. near my college.

*sigh*

I spent the last few hours walking around the house and silently looking at my room trying to reminisce.

Mixed emotions of jubilation, sadness and anxiety swirl in my mind and heart. Honestly, even though I constantly wished to move to a new place, it still pains me to leave my home. The place where I grew up, where I experienced a lot of cake and shit, and where I went away in a world of my own. Suffice to say, I was the king of my domain.

Some parts of me are still undergoing adolescent phases and leaving home is something I thought I was prepared to do. Fragments of being a spoiled brat still haunt me.

Admittedly, I'm scared shitless. But also hopeful. Maybe living with school mates will teach me new things like how to be more responsible. It's gonna be tough. Well, maybe.

Looks like a brand new adventure is in store for me and I'm not fully equipped... but once this journey ends I'll be fully equipped for the next adventure.

Mood: Mixed
Listening to: The silence of my room