Chuck in the Tree: Moving home ranting that doesn't make any sence

It's my last night at Heal Street and to be quite honest, I am really sad..

I have spent the past year and a bit of my life here, experiencing the good and the bad, making wonderful friends, watching endless T.V series, learning to love cats, stumbling home at ridiculous o'clock, hanging out on our verandah having our own karaoke sessions.

Fuck I will miss this house.

I am actually crying as I write this, that's how pathetic it is.

I can't even imagine not coming home and bitching to Kat about everything and anything, watching Ben stumble from the shower to the bathroom in his knickers in the mornings, having neighbor Ben come uninvited (but lovingly) into our house every night and crack open a beer.

Words cannot even begin to describe how wonderful everything about it is.

I will miss being able to do anything I want (like eat a whole roll of cookie dough and not be judged).. (I did this today)..

I think I never really appreciated it (like all things in life), until now.. when I have to move.

It is also sad to think that the next time I stay here, it will be on the couch.

(But just so you guys know [Kat and Ben] expect me every night).

There will be some good things about moving home, like home cooked meals, getting my license, always having clean clothes, opening the cupboard and having something other than cheese, garlic and cordial inside.. but bitching to my Mum just won't be the same as bitching to Kat.

Mum won't come home and say 'I need a cigarette', which usually means 'Fuck my life', and if she does, it just won't be the same.

So in conclusion, Kat, Ben, Ben (neighbour) Ali, you have been the best fucking housemates anyone could ever have asked for and I don't know how I am going to survive without you. I came to this house as a stranger but you welcomed me with open arms and I couldn't have asked for anything more.

Whilst we have had our fair share of struggles.. well one only - having to find a new housemate twice - it couldn't have ended on a better note.

You are the greatest people alive and I will miss you so fucking much (all the swearing is necessary).

I apologize if you find me tomorrow dead, having poisoned myself because of an overwhelming sense of grief.