As the movers get down to work, all the boxes are filled and the removal van is loaded.
As the movers get down to work, all the boxes are filled and the removal van is loaded. I try to look back on the time I have spent in this house. I can see a picture in front of my eyes, it reminded me of all the best time I had in my life. The day is finally is here. I really can’t believe it, time goes by so fast. It seems just like yesterday that the house was full of all the people in my life, but now it just seems a memory of the past. I stand in the middle of the lounge; all I can see in front of my eyes is an empty house so silent, you could hear a pin drop. I close my eyes and try to recall on all the things that has happened to me during the time I lived in this house, and all I can think of is everything that happened here has made me the person I am today. Every room in this house tells a story, a story about my life and how it has changed me. As I slowly moved towards the kitchen to say my last farewells, I
picked up a letter from my old best friend who moved away years ago he was a legend in the town. I can still picture my whole family sitting on this over filled dining table on Christmas day and dad's carving the turkey. I am sitting on my chair eating away those delicious potatoes granny roasted and trying to think of a way to get rid of those tasteless sprouts, I really hated sprouts, since I was a kid. There was something missing on the table that day, it was my brother Ben, he couldn't come to our family dinner ...
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picked up a letter from my old best friend who moved away years ago he was a legend in the town. I can still picture my whole family sitting on this over filled dining table on Christmas day and dad's carving the turkey. I am sitting on my chair eating away those delicious potatoes granny roasted and trying to think of a way to get rid of those tasteless sprouts, I really hated sprouts, since I was a kid. There was something missing on the table that day, it was my brother Ben, he couldn't come to our family dinner because just last week he was called off to go on a Royal Navy survival trip, there went into the jungle for 2 weeks and there see who can last the longest before turning to homosexual activities my brother only lasted 4 days before having a mass gay orgy so he was back for New Year which was worrying. Mum seemed a bit upset at the time and me too because I hardly used to see him as he lived in a different part of the country all together but every Christmas Ben used to come and ask me the same question every year, "What's my little bro’ been up to this year?" It was like I only used to see him on one particular day every year. It was the only time all the family members used to come here to enjoy a Christmas dinner together so it meant a lot to me, but now it's all a memory in my heart which I will cherish forever. I then sluggishly started to walk up the stairs to see my room, a room where all my life revolved, the moments of joy, the sorrows and the tears. Standing in the room, all I can say is that this room brings back so many memories to my mind, the time I broke up with my girlfriend and we shagged one last time for the hell of it, and then the time we broke the bed having a threesome with her best friend, those were the days. I remember the most stupid thing I ever did was my 13th birthday in my bedroom when my parents were asleep. Me and five mates got 4 mattresses and put them outside my bedroom window and we all started jumping out the window onto the mattresses, I knew we were going to get caught but we carried on doing it cause it was fun the dodge one of my mates tried to do a flip and landed awkwardly on his foot and his could walk so I had to wake up my mum so she could sort it out, she was so cross with me because of what we were doing, she had to get an ambulance for dodge because he had sprained his ankle really badly. I really did learn my lesson from this and I was grounded for weeks and my mum put a lock on my window, fucking bitch. Now I just wish those teen years could come back, and I don’t have to move away from here, living here was like a dream. By this time I felt very down and a bit upset, I felt like crying but I had to control myself, it was so hard for me to move from this house. I was born in this house, my mum spilt her juices all over her bed just having me. I had been through my childhood and my teens in this house and suddenly I have to move to another place seemed so painful. I walked outside to the garden to get a bit of air, I sat down on the porch trying to absorb in everything; I glanced at the garden, it was just so beautiful, I could smell all the flowers, the roses, sunflowers, I planted them with dad. As I walk across the garden, I could smell the grass it was full of dew. I suddenly recall to myself, that last summer when we organised a barbecue party, we were having a great time enjoying the food and the games, until I was too pissed to do anymore and I went and shagged my bird in the bushes. Then it started to piss it down with rain you can never predict the weather in London, it completely ruined the party and everyone ended up inside the house, while me and my bird were still shagging in the bushes. Well those were the days, I really enjoyed the time I have lived here. If I have to explain how I felt about living in this house in one line, all I would say is that this house meant everything to me, I have tasted many pussy’s and birds have tasted my juices but also seen many of my wet dreams come true here. All I want to know now is that, why does everything has to end one day?
