Beau and Nick helped move most of my stuff out the days before, so that was lucky, got rid of two van loads that day. Chucked it all in Nicks dad’s warehouse.

Luckily my mum came and helped us clean or else we would have never got it finished, cos it was only me and Hollie left. Troy didn’t come back to help which sucked, and Joe didn’t help out that much, cos his sister was in hospital but oh well. Had quite a bit of rubbish to get rid of so we went on a midnight rubbish mission and got rid of it in the bins of some petrol stations.

Then we drove back home, got some munchies on the way and were going to take Hollies car back to her mums (its broken and kind of illegal to drive on the road), but realised we had no way to jump the battery. By now its like 1am, so I rang nick to see if we could borrow his jump pack, and we had to drive all the way back out there to get it. But we managed to get and drove the car to her mums without getting pulled over.

Then yesterday was the last day, Nick came round again and we loaded his van up, and then crammed everything else (included rubbish) into my van. I couldn’t believe how much shit I had!

Then we vacuumed the place for the first time since we been there (a year!) and it was cleaner than when we first moved in. Had one last cigarette on the deck with Hollie, and checked out the view for the last time. Was pretty cool, will definitely miss the view. But the house depresses me.

Then we went and unloaded everything at my parents house, and went on another rubbish mission, took her home to her mums, and got home at about 11pm last night.

So exhausted, hardly any sleep the last few nights, up cleaning and moving, surviving only on caffeine. But we did it. Feels good to be back home, living with cats again.

Only took me 30 minutes to get to work today as well