I didn't think packing to move would be this emotionally intensive
I think I've been denying the reality that I'd have to start at time point, and now that I've started, I can't deny it anymore

It hurts. It hurts a lot. We won't even be that far away, we're in the same neighborhood, literally within walking distance, but the years I've spent in this room, they won't be here anymore. This room is quite literally on borrowed time, it doesn't feel like the space I'm in belongs to me anymore. I wonder how I'll feel when I look at this room for the last time. I'm scared to find out