It’s almost like when I moved in. Except the bookshelf, which is full of books. It’s really rather weird. It hardly feels like my room at all. Moving is strange. And I have way too much stuff – even having thrown out *lots*… It’s a bit scary really. There’s lots of wondering what my room in Munich will be like too. I’ll be glad once I get there and settle in a bit. All the waiting is getting to my nerves – it’s awful, knowing that I’m going, but not yet being gone. I’ll miss everyone so, so much.