I've finally finished packing up everything in the apartment, ready to move my life to a new house in a nice, quiet neighbourhood just outside the city.

I'm currently sitting on the floor in the bare lounge, trying not to cry from the nostalgia and leaving my first proper home after leaving my parents.

It's sad that I have to part from this apartment under these circumstances. I've always thought I would say goodbye to this place when I finally move out of this town and head to Los Angeles. But, I suppose, some things have to be done, no matter how difficult.

For a better future.