It's your move, mate!

The last look on this sight

 So, what started out as a funny plan actually is now happening. Some old lady offered me to stay with her, and I thought she was very nice; and I wanted to do something good in life, by accompanying an old lady on her last years. My housemate wasn't very happy about and he did give me a very hard time about it. 

After reading the rules and agreement that I signed, I had the balls to talk to my landlord about it. He said yes, and he suggested the thing that I had in mind. Right after two seconds I hung up, I immediately started packing up (around an hour when someone came in for inspection, he's taking over my lease).

I packed up in two hours, to think I have sooooo much stuff

This was how my room (soon old room) looked like yesterday, now I'm working on an empty desk, a room with nothing but a mattress and a desk and few clothes in the wardrobe. I was able to bring all my things to where I was transferring. Georgie, a 9-year old 'cousin'/friend helped me out!  We did three or four turns, and now, most of my things sits well in my new room.

The room is so nice, but I had to clean it up before I took my things in. I am so excited about this move, about the room, about the new phase of my life. God, look after this child of yours!