I just made a trip back to my “old” flat. It was a very weird feeling, stepping through the door and suddenly realising that my worldly belongings do not only consist of the 2 luggages I’ve been living out of for the past 2 months. I’m pretty sure that the breakup has contributed to some degree of dissociation from the place. The place is full of my things, but yet it still feels a little colder. It’s not a bad thing, but a fact I cannot deny. A change of scenery has been very welcome thus far. So, no regrets re: my decision to move out. Looking forward, in general. I guess my friend was right, people are more adaptable than one thinks.