so in a couple of hours, Regan, my parents and I will start to pack up the rest of our apartment – the fridge will be turned off, phone unplugged. I’ll pack up my pillows and camera gear, and Regan will put all his guitars and equipment in it’s cases.
i’ve been very nostalgic these past few days, realising that i’ll probably never live in the city again. of course, we’ll visit alot (how could we not? the city is beautiful!) but it’s not the same. we won’t be walking down to chinatown at 2am in the morning to get a slurpee, i won’t look out to see sydney tower every morning when i wake up. i’ll miss hearing fireworks and running up to the rooftop to watch them in the distance. i’ll even miss the construction men yelling things at each other every day…
don’t get me wrong – i cannot wait to get into our new townhouse!! (it’s going to be so much fun!!!) but number 82 has felt like a home to us these past 5 years, and i’ll miss it alot.
don’t be surprised if i blog about hugging each wall and kissing the balcony goodbye…