"Don't you think it's a bit rushed?"

Those were the exact words my then-roommate asked me, when I told him I was moving out. I gave him two weeks notice, so it wasn't like I was moving out from one day to the next.

Let's rewind the time a bit, to April 17, 2021. At that time, I had been living there for almost 3 years, and I am amazed I lasted that long.

I could feel the tension in the air after my covid diagnosis. Almost like he was looking for a reason to kick me out. I decided to beat him to the punch and find something else, before that happened. I told him, that I had found a room that was cheaper, but smaller, and in a different city. At this point, he began to ask me "I think that's very rushed. You need to pack down your entire room, everything of yours in the kitchen and on the bathroom. Are you sure you can pack it all in a few days? What about internet? Do you know how fast the speed is there? Do you even know the type of internet you will get? You will not be able to play online games or be on Discord while he is using the internet. I know he will not be as good at network stuff as I am. He will not be as technical as I am. He will not be remotely as nice as I am. I predict you will have a lot of problems with him".. He was one of those people who loved to show off with his educations, his money and his stupid PS5 that he "was the first in Denmark to receive".

I had to shout "hang on, you don't even know the guy, how can you know all these things?". He looked at me and went "Trust me, I know these things. I am an educated IT engineer". I also had to explain to him, that I didn't have much anyway, and that I would be finished packing within three hours. He didn't believe me, so I told him "Time me. From when I say go until I am finished. I could see on his facial expression, that he really didn't believe me, so he said "Fine, I will time you. If you cross the three hour mark, I will let you know. Begin".

Two and a half hours later, I was done packing the room.

The day before I was going to move, I had agreed with my then-roommate to haul the boxes into his daughters bedroom, that was located next to the room I was renting. I wanted to haul everything down the stairs, so it was ready to move out, once my sister and her boyfriend came to help me. My then-roomate was out, so I asked him if I could just haul the stuff down and place it in a way, that they would be able to go into the kitchen to get food and drinks. "No problem," was the answer, so I hauled everything down.

You can probably see where this is going.. When he came home, he flipped a switch and said it wasn't what we agreed to do, and that there were no space for them to move around. That I should have waited for him to get home, before I hauled the things down.

At this point, I was done. I decided to just let it go in one ear, and out the other. I only had about 12 hours left there anyway, so I sucked it up.

When my sister and her boyfriend arrived, I wasted little time and began to haul all my stuff down to the parking lot. I didn't want any help from my then-roommate, since I didn't want any of his help. Fifteen minutes later, the trailer was packed, and I was off to the new place.

However, before I left, I went into the living room and said the following: "I will come and clean the room next weekend. When that is done, there is to be no more contact between us, until I decide to contact you. Please respect that".

"Alright.", was his final word to me. With that, I closed the front door, went down the stairs and out into the car, that was waiting.

A few days later, I bumped into his mother and brother. I told them that I had moved to a different city. The brother was very surprised, and asked why. "There's history there. That's as much as I'll say on that". He respected that, and we parted ways. I then took the train to my new home.

Then my phone rang.. The caller ID was my former roommate..