No need to say goodbye.

It only just hit me that I'm moving out of halls a week today.

I will never live in this room again.

This room that I so badly hated when I first came.

The room I thought was dirty and tiny and so unhomely that I just wanted to go home.

But then I fell in love with it and everyone else in my flat.
Now this is my home and I don't want to leave.

I don't want to move out.

I don't want to have to say goodbye to you all for 4 months.

My life is going to seem so empty without you all. 

And so much has happened to me in this tiny little box room. 

Tears, laughter, love. 

These four walls have seen me at my worst but also at my best. 

I dread the day when I have to say goodbye. 

I don't want to be a second year uni student.