packing up, leaving home, going home.

you know, i've never had to pack up before from anywhere. not just pack like to go on a holiday, but pack UP. and leave a place entirely barren. it's strange that a home is made up of the things that are in it. your OWN things. some things useful, some completely useless.. and when those things are taken away, the place ceases to be home. all my roommate and i had to do was take down the posters in our room.. and it was just so empty of personality/memories. we both had photos from home on the wall... and or respective posters.. so different but so fun. haha.
what can you tell about a person just stepping into their room? can you tell what they're like, their experiences, their hopes, the changes they had to make? or maybe it's just a room. and i'm over-thinking it.
i already miss my friends. they've all gone home. it's been barely a day but you know that itch you get but you can't scratch it cos you can't seem to find the spot? well it's like that. well it's time to get a move on. summer is only 3 months away. ha. only.
i miss home. both my homes. oh well. it's travelling for a bit and then heading back. i'll be back on the 21st of june yeah? take care all.