I cancelled all of my planes.

I move out in two weeks.

I’m going to miss this the most. 
Sitting alone at night, but feeling completely safe and comfortable.
I’ll be always be able to come home again,
but never like this.

There won’t be anymore baking at 2:00 AM with  my iPod blaring in a kitchen that has just enough room for my dancing.

Or sitting around in my pyjamas flinging myself on top of my cat, because for some odd reason that makes him purr.

Or walking home at 9:30 at night in the rain and knowing that I’ll make it safely into my house.

All I’ve ever wanted was to get out of this city,
but I’m going to miss it.

It’s my home.