Finally moved out of Wetherby Close tonight. Quite sad. After moving in together with Jules, it's quite emotional leaving.
Sitting in the empty living room, with Nige, Laura, Janet and Rachael, along with several boxes of pizza, I couldn't help crying a little. All the good memories, and sad memories. Walking round the house for one more time, each room empty and quiet. No cat meowing. No-one shouting my name, having forgotten to put something somewhere.
But, as I said at the start of 2011, it feels more and more that this is the year of changes. And I really do need to get on that housing ladder.
