apparently my flatmate is moving in with godbod boring girlfriend come september. another flatmate is buying a house in acton.
and so, me and my mate are to be left adrift in a world of two beds, desperately trying not to be ripped off.
it's quite sad really, as we've all lived together for on/off 6 years.
i'm also scared as it somehow signifies the possible actual beginning of adulthood.
can you put a date on the moment you realised you weren't a fuckabout kid anymore?