My home

Whenever I move houses, it feels like it's a beginning to a new journey. A house represents a warm, loving home. Security that no matter what happens in the outside world, that the people that live under the same roof as me love and care for me.

I have lived in this house for over 10 years and the start of my uni years. It feels like it has been so long ago, so when I sit here and think about what I have been through in the house, I miss it.
So many family and friends who have stayed over here. So many arguments and cries. So many laughs and giggles. So many parties and steam boat with friends. And lots and lots of baking.

I'm going to miss waking up, running to the bathroom for a shower, change, go in the study to put on my makeup. Having a big house lets me be able to put my things anywhere I want. I'm going to miss my "jacket" wardrobe in the study. I'll need to change my habits now :)

I'm no longer going to be able to take siw bak for a walk around the block and play in the doggy park. I'm no longer going to be able to run in the park behind my house. When I have a coffee craving, i'm no longer going to be able to walk 7 minutes and be able to go and grab a Gloria Jeans Coffee. When my best friend comes over, she can no longer park at my house and we walk down to grab lunch and coffee anymore.


I once questioned why my dad chose to move to this suburb. Now I know why :)

I'm missing this house alot already, yet, i'm looking forward to a change. A change that may bring me to a happier home, a better environment and possibly a bigger built - in wardrobe to put my personal belongings :)