Moving Out: A Bittersweet Goodbye

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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 managing finances on my own, the emotional screams and tears over someone I cared about, my daily prayers and wishes, my dreams, desires, and worries. These four walls knew my life: my highs and lows, my deepest emotions. More than anyone else, I confided in these walls. I never imagined I would have to leave it behind. In those days, I found joy in little things like taking more mirror selfies, cooking my favorite dishes and squeezing in early home workouts that had become my world.

This is the third time I’ve felt the ache of missing home since coming to the UK. The first two times were when the person I loved had left those places forever in December and January. Saying goodbye now feels like leaving a part of myself behind. A place that shaped so much of my journey and held pieces of my heart. Moreover, my 25th birthday was in this room, just me and the four walls. 

Leaving 46.3 isn’t just about moving out of a room. It’s about leaving memories, lessons, and emotions that will stay with me forever.




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