Pack up, you're out

It's official. Mum and I will be moving out at the end of the month/first of May (or thereabouts). We signed the rental agreement with the new landlords the other night and we drop off the deposit tomorrow. Part of me is sad, sad because I really will miss my animals and my heart breaks a thinking of leaving Charlie and Lolla behind. I thought about taking them, but that would just be cruel to their owners and them. On the other hand I am looking forward to a fresh start. The new place is really nice and new(ish). One of the biggest deciding factors in this was the kitchen. The kitchen was recently re-done and while it's not top of the line, it's really nice AND WE NOW HAVE A DISHWASHER!!!! Or will have one. Almost 5 years of not having a dishwasher isn't great, but we had to deal with it, but now we can just rinse stuff and put it in and hit a button and CLEEEEEEEEEEEAN!!!1 Also the bathroom is bigger and mum and I can now fit the two of us in it at the same time. Shocking. The crappy thing is that one of the bedrooms is super small and doesn't even have a closet, so we're going to buy a wardrobe or some kind of closet thing that Ikea sells or find one second hand. Mum wants me to take the bigger bedroom because she knows that I've been so sick of living in a room the size of a pea. But I dunno. Mum deserves a big bedroom and, yeah, I want the bigger bedroom, but I know I'll feel guilty taking it even if mum says it's ok.

I get four days off after tomorrow,so that will be a nice break. I'm going to start really packing my stuff up and also we're going down to my aunts to celebrate my Grandma's 92nd birthday and my uncles (I can't for the life of me remember how old he'll be).