Moving...again.

Sorry about the whole not posting for months and months with no explanation or anything thing, my bad. But I have full intentions of actually following this through for a while this time, especially since I'm on my gap year and about to go to Europe for 8 months, so I might actually have something interesting to share for once ;P
Anyway, this is not a post to point out all my shortcomings as a blogger, I have enough people pointing out my shortcomings on other things thanks very much, this post is about me moving! I'm currently packing up my room (okay, not riiiight now, I'm taking a break, alright?) and it's exhausting and also really hard. I have 18 years worth of accumulated stuff, and now I have to sort it all out. I'll have my suitcase that's coming to Europe with me, so I have to decided what I do and don't need for 8 months of my life, and then the rest will be packed into boxes to either go to uni with me (I got into the uni degree of my dreams and I'm ecstatic! But more about that another time) or go into storage for 3 years until my parents get back from Europe. Obviously I want to take all my stuff to uni with me, but I'll be living on campus, so the room is only slightly bigger than half the size of the one I've got now, so I'll have to downsize, but it's so hard! And then anything I put in storage I won't have for 3 years, so I have to consider everything really carefully. 
It's kind of sad packing up my room, it's like really closing the door on this chapter of my life, high school, college, childhood- I'm an adult now. I'm about to go to uni, and not have my mum around all the time to help me with stuff and wow, that's hard. And then leaving my friends and my home and my brother for 8 months? Fuck. How am I supposed to live without Anna for 8 months???? I wish I could go back to being a kid, everything was easy, and I didn't have to worry about things as much, and my friends weren't going to be over the other side of the world.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm super excited to be going to travelling, and to go to uni, and to move out, but I'm also absolutely terrified. I'm kind of luckier than Ben though, since I'll at least have the rest of this year at home, even if home isn't home and it's in Spain (my mum's been posted there, that's why they're going for 3 years and I'm going for my gap year) where as he'll be here by himself, but also when he moved out he had mum and dad here t help him and get him whatever he needed and buy him for and stuff, whereas I won't, I'll have to figure it all out for myself. *sigh* 
Anyway, I'd better get back to packing, I still have so much to do ;c 
Moral of the story though: packing is hard, moving is hard, being grown up is hard, but life is kind of exciting and actually going pretty alright for the first time in a while. Small victories, right?
Okay, off I go to un-decorate my beautiful door :(

Catch you later!
Em
xoxo