I have a transfer date for London of the 2nd July.

Today N bought me a drumstick lolly, then told me she didn't buy them for everybody. Later J told me that if I needed help when I moved to London to just call. I informed her I would have done whether she offered or not. She promptly responded with the fact that they wouldn't have answered!
There is a running joke that I can move into J's house and not move to London. She has a room with Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore wallpaper, a ball pool and a wendy house. At one point I also told N that I would go live with her instead of going to London.
This afternoon I informed J and N that I would be back in a half hour to help them out and that I wanted a cup of tea waiting for me, I grinned. J and N looked at me with looks that said I was pushing my luck. I decided to change tactics and informed them that when I came back I'd make drinks. Later I went back and within five minutes J had made me a cup of tea.
Yesterday I shoved my phone in N's face and told her to look at the picture of my pet dinosaur, her response was, "I worry about you." She seems to say this a lot, mainly when I am being immature.
There have been so many changes in the last seven months, so many people moving about; I don't like it that this time I'm the one leaving. And also, just for the record, whatever J says, I'm not 'a traitor'... N doesn't reckon I will come back and visit. I will do, partly just to prove a point, but also mainly because, all joking aside, I am going to miss them a lot. I'm excited about London but there's a part of me that is sad to be leaving. Sad to leave the people that make me laugh, that make me smile when things are crap, who I want to try and cheer up when they have a bad day and the people who look out for me. And also, I quite like correcting their spelling...

Moving about is great but I'm getting really tired of missing people.

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