A Decision
So I've decided that, once I get back from Malaysia, I'm going to move out.
The thing is that I don't feel like this is my house, and my grandparents want it to still be some kind of monument to my mum, and essentially the whole thing just keeps causing too much upset. I could change the locks and put my own shit up on the walls, but that wouldn't change the fact that this place just isn't mine.
Yesterday, for example -
GRANDAD: Ah. I see you've unpacked.
ME: Yeah.
GRANDAD: The place is a bit messy now.
ME: *shrug* It's my house.
GRANDAD: Yes, but your mother loved this house.
So. If I move out, my grandparents can spend the three months I'm gone doing whatever they like to it so they can keep their mum-era image of it fresh in their brains, then I won't have to feel like a churlish and immature child every time they try to help by GOING THROUGH MY STUFF tidying up a bit, and they won't feel like I'm insulting my mum's memory by keeping the house as tidy as your average student-inhabited flat.
Still. Scary biscuits.
I don't want to move out of town until I go to university, and apparently even one-bedroom flats about here are pretty expensive, so we'll have to see how that goes. Especially since I'd have to get some kind of super-short contract, probably about ten months...
I'd also need to fix a few things up, get rid of a lot of junk, figure out what to do with Steven's stuff (send it to him? Keep it in storage? Some of it I could take with me, like the massive TV and sound system that I bought for him anyway). Hopefully letting a semi-detached three-bedroom house with a fitted kitchen and a garden will pay for a wee one-bedroom flat, even around here.
Anyone got any tips on how to start off? I'm legally a homeowner, but I've never had to deal with something like this before.
(Next update will be Japan picspam, I promise!)
The thing is that I don't feel like this is my house, and my grandparents want it to still be some kind of monument to my mum, and essentially the whole thing just keeps causing too much upset. I could change the locks and put my own shit up on the walls, but that wouldn't change the fact that this place just isn't mine.
Yesterday, for example -
GRANDAD: Ah. I see you've unpacked.
ME: Yeah.
GRANDAD: The place is a bit messy now.
ME: *shrug* It's my house.
GRANDAD: Yes, but your mother loved this house.
So. If I move out, my grandparents can spend the three months I'm gone doing whatever they like to it so they can keep their mum-era image of it fresh in their brains, then I won't have to feel like a churlish and immature child every time they try to help by GOING THROUGH MY STUFF tidying up a bit, and they won't feel like I'm insulting my mum's memory by keeping the house as tidy as your average student-inhabited flat.
Still. Scary biscuits.
I don't want to move out of town until I go to university, and apparently even one-bedroom flats about here are pretty expensive, so we'll have to see how that goes. Especially since I'd have to get some kind of super-short contract, probably about ten months...
I'd also need to fix a few things up, get rid of a lot of junk, figure out what to do with Steven's stuff (send it to him? Keep it in storage? Some of it I could take with me, like the massive TV and sound system that I bought for him anyway). Hopefully letting a semi-detached three-bedroom house with a fitted kitchen and a garden will pay for a wee one-bedroom flat, even around here.
Anyone got any tips on how to start off? I'm legally a homeowner, but I've never had to deal with something like this before.
(Next update will be Japan picspam, I promise!)