Moving Out: A Bittersweet Goodbye
On September 3rd, I moved out of my student accommodation. When I first moved in, I felt excitement, curiosity, and happiness. Everything was new, I didn’t know much about the place but somehow it felt peaceful and comfortable, like I had found a little home away from home. Little did I know then, that room—Block H, Flat 46, 46.3 would hold such a special place in my heart. I never knew that from my room’s window, I could see the person I loved, right across from me. I remember those cold winter nights spent waiting in the common area, the quiet moments, and the times when we walked to the university together or returned at the same time. My room has witnessed so much: the joy of my first part-time job, the thrill of a second one, late-night exam preparations, silently missing home during festivals and craving home-cooked food, the excitement of exam results, the frustration of courseworks, the quiet moments when I felt completely alone, the pressures of part-time work and managin...