I’m yearning for something more than this.
Right this instant, the boy and I are clearing up our place, this humble apartment we call ‘home’ for the past 1.5 years. First, the couch and the dining table went. Later tonight, our shelf will be gone too and the living room will be bare for the first time since we moved in. I’ve started clearing out my winter clothes, packed them all neatly in plastic boxes, and basically stuffing whatever else I don’t need for now into it as well. My walk-in closet is slowly looking quite pathetic, though my table is completely filled up with random stuff I own.
What a new feeling, this feeling I mean. Unlike the other girls and friends, it’s my first time shifting into a new place. And somehow, I feel, I’ll be leaving a part of me in this Unit 3 apartment. I’m definitely looking forward to live with Lish and Dinah, who I know will be awesome roommates, but it’s rather upsetting knowing no longer will I be able to come back home and see my boyfriend waiting for me.
Now that I think about it, 2010 – it’s gonna be a big change.
I’m not quite sure if I am ready for it.
Within a short span of 5 days, we:
- ate cheap but awesome pizzas at bimbo’s
- survived the rainy weather at Camberwell and had f*cking orgasmic hotdogs (as described by a random kid who saw us devouring it)
- enjoyed the sun rays by relaxing outside the state library
- got evacuated from a shopping mall
- had personal and intimate talks about the past, present and future
- met THE ben and jerry (yes, not just the ice cream, but the founder of the ice cream!)
- had a hilarious night of Pictionary (uh hem, lish’s drawings were very memorable)
- had an enjoyable two sleepover nights (were supposed to chit chat till dawn, but we all just knocked out)
Pretty soon, we’ll be all reunited back in Singers, and knowing that I’ll be back home with friends and family pretty soon, I’m counting down the days.
As for now, I need to start losing weight, so that I won’t go back hearing my relatives say, “wah, you’re having a good life in Melbourne eh…you look chubbier.“
From me to you, and you to me,
here’s the silent three words we know so well.
xoxo
the hopeless romantic
