As far as I’m aware, I’m not one to get sentimental, so that’s something that’s not going to change despite this being titled something that may imply some sort of sentimentality, I think.
I’m sitting here. There’s a window to the left of me. It is the only window up here, but it lets in a good amount of light.
I’ve been sleeping on a fairly thin mattress for the past few weeks and I’ve been sleeping fairly well, despite my attempts to ruin that by being too lazy to go to sleep at a regular hour most of the time.
I’ve been up and down a ladder quite a bit and today that all changes, for I am off to my next temporary residence.
I didn’t get as much done here as I would have liked, but I do feel as though I was still able to progress a few things farther than had I not ended up here.
It’s been comfortable, yet not comfortable at the same time.
I’ve been able to scratch certain itches whilst still pursuing them and their refusal to be scratched.
So I’m sitting here now, banging this out before I head off to breakfast which my partner and her family and I don’t know of what I can say.
It seems that I had what I thought may have made for a good idea and now I’m kind of lost for words and expressing that being lost for words instead of expanding on the idea.
I know that I’ll once more miss my friends, for the time we’ve had has been good, but as always, there’s never enough time.
Maybe I could reflect on who I’ve become over the past few weeks, although to be honest there’s little observable change.
Maybe there was reversible change.
So I’m sitting here, typing away, enjoying this room as much as I can before I head off, which will in turn lead to coming back later to pack everything up and head off to the next place and I don’t feel like going anywhere at all.
I’m feeling cozier than I should.
Still, this is a thing that must be done and so long as I can still keep working on things and doing things that I want to do, I’m going to be okay.
There are worse things in the world and in a way I have to consider myself lucky that I’ve got a roof over my head.
Well, I guess that’s probably where this should end. I won’t miss The Attic, but I will miss the time I’ve had in this house. It’s been a fairly enjoyable experience despite the stress of university trying to rear its head at all times.
From here, there is next and one must look toward the future in order to step forward, blah blah blah.
Well, I guess I should wrap this up with a few words on something, but I don’t know what to say.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:30:67
I was thinking that this would be better and it came out a bit dramatic.
Written in The Attic.