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There are other things I could be updating about, but for now I must rant a bit.
So. As everyone here knows, I adore Cambridge. It's one of my favourite places in the world. I also love my house, as I've lived there for the last 5 or so years and I see it as the place where I finally became secure and properly happy in my broken-family-situation-of-moving-from-house-to-house-as-the-parents-couldn't-handle-me-emo-tear. Mum wants us to move to a place called Littlington, which is a half hour drive away, and my Nana's village. There's a bungalow there that she's wanted to own since she was little, and she just sent me a text saying the price has just dropped to £20,000 and it's her only chance to buy it. I am so utterly against this that I genuinely would rather move in with my Dad than move.
We had a big stress a few years ago where we had no money and almost had to sell the house, and I got so upset over it. Houses mean a lot to me, they equate memories. I don't have my childhood house as my Dad sold it a few years ago, and I still miss that. The inbetween houses (12-14) were all rented, and my Nana had to sell her house. So basically, if we sell this house I have nowhere that I can go back to and remember.
And I feel so selfish about this but it's my house. It has memories of Keira, Kirsty and Josh in the walls and I feel like, if I leave the house, they will fade away. A slightly ridiculous notion, I know, but still. Ugh.
I stayed up til 4:30am watching TV with Tom and Jen, it was nice. Swing Time is a beautiful musical, it made me squee a lot. :) And now I have to wash my hair, attend my drama lecture and partake in library time. Sigh.
So. As everyone here knows, I adore Cambridge. It's one of my favourite places in the world. I also love my house, as I've lived there for the last 5 or so years and I see it as the place where I finally became secure and properly happy in my broken-family-situation-of-moving-from-house-to-house-as-the-parents-couldn't-handle-me-emo-tear. Mum wants us to move to a place called Littlington, which is a half hour drive away, and my Nana's village. There's a bungalow there that she's wanted to own since she was little, and she just sent me a text saying the price has just dropped to £20,000 and it's her only chance to buy it. I am so utterly against this that I genuinely would rather move in with my Dad than move.
We had a big stress a few years ago where we had no money and almost had to sell the house, and I got so upset over it. Houses mean a lot to me, they equate memories. I don't have my childhood house as my Dad sold it a few years ago, and I still miss that. The inbetween houses (12-14) were all rented, and my Nana had to sell her house. So basically, if we sell this house I have nowhere that I can go back to and remember.
And I feel so selfish about this but it's my house. It has memories of Keira, Kirsty and Josh in the walls and I feel like, if I leave the house, they will fade away. A slightly ridiculous notion, I know, but still. Ugh.
I stayed up til 4:30am watching TV with Tom and Jen, it was nice. Swing Time is a beautiful musical, it made me squee a lot. :) And now I have to wash my hair, attend my drama lecture and partake in library time. Sigh.