Life

Me last night, basically.

As I was typing away on my floating laptop, I suddenly started thinking about how much things were going to change once I leave next week.  I started thinking about how I will no longer be reading all the time to my mum while she cleans, or that I won't be able to play her some music while she does something else.  Then I started thinking about the fact that I might not even come home again once I leave, unless I come back for the summer to prepare for a year abroad.  Let's face it, it would be much more convenient and less expensive if I find my own place where I'm going; rather than continue to reside in housing.

It made me sad, really.  This has been all I've ever known and to know that my home may not be my home for much longer is a bit sad, even if it is just a part of life.