August 13th 2018 Today I feel like I’m moving backwards. The letting agent has found someone who wants to rent our house, meaning that we should be free to move out officially at the end of this month. I’m really not sure how I feel about that. In a way, I’m glad because it means that we’re able to get out of the place earlier than expected and thus save a month’s rent, but on the other hand… it’s my house. And I want to live there. Here. But instead, I’m moving back to my Mum and Dad’s. And although … Continue reading Backwards