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hathycolI AM MOVING HOUSE ON SATURDAY.
I haven't mentioned this before because, well, I didn't know if I was going to. Basically, I am aiming to Get Out Of Ormskirk as soon as possible, but as you can all tell that plan is going marvellously. It does however effectively trap me in this house, as my parents don't yet require me to sign a six month contract and therefore it makes a sensible place to live, as I can up sticks and leave whenever I need to.
However, living with my family is becoming increasingly problematic. Dad is fine, and to be honest Mum mostly is as well now that she has given up her habit of asking me where I'm going when I stand up to to stuff like go and pee. Megan, on the other hand, has become unbearable to even be in the same house as, let alone the same room. Combined with an increasingly mad desire to eat what I want and when I want, and to have clothes that don't smell of smoke, it has led to me needing to move.
So when an ad for a room popped up on Facebook from a girl I knew in college for a room quite near my work for £250 a month all bills included, I thought "... hm." I sent a speculative e-mail, wondering about the possibility of a month by month tenancy. This was agreed. "... hm," I thought, asked if I could see the room on Monday night, and then went and had a lovely weekend in Edinburgh with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stupidore and didn't think anything else of it. To be honest, I quietly assumed that the room wasn't suitable and was probably also a house full of 18 year old students and that was only fun when I was also 18.
So I went to see the house tonight, and it's basically perfect. There are two people living there - Julia and her boyfriend Ed - and the house belongs to Julia's grandmother, who has moved over the road to the nursing home I used to work in. Renting out the property covers the rent. Although it is a leeeetle bit odd to be paying rent to keep someone in a nursing home that used to pay me money to work there (as well as live near it!) the rest of the scenario is perfect; and if it isn't, I'm on a month-by-month basis and can just move out again.
The next few days will be taken up with packing, and dipping into my Money To Move Out With fund - it is now a very respectably fund indeed, and I don't need to go too far into it, just the first months rent and some double bedding. I've never had a double bed before! More importantly, I can keep on saving up as I will only be paying £100 more a month, although obviously I'll have higher food costs but I think that it's worth it for my sanity. I have been going a little bit mad recently in terms of low self-esteem which has equalled some very bad sobbing fits that I am basically worthless so getting a little independence back will do the trick, I reckon.
Of course, now I have to work out how the hell I am going to pack all of my stuff and make it up to Mum, who is apparently distraught I'm leaving and taking it all on herself for being a bad mother, according to Dad. This was when I said I might be moving. God knows what she'll do when I actually tell her tonight that I'll be out by the weekend. (For the record, Dad is on my side. "I wouldn't have moved back in with my parents when I was your age," he said. "Go for it.")
I AM SO EXCITED. Even if it doesn't work out, I'm not tied down. Perfect!
[eta: OH MAN I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT THIS BIT. When I googled the address to find it, Google helpfully added in the town it was in. It turns out that I am moving to Argleton! Argleton is a town that Google have made up and doesn't exist, but now I both live and work there apparently. This is maybe the most exciting part.]
I haven't mentioned this before because, well, I didn't know if I was going to. Basically, I am aiming to Get Out Of Ormskirk as soon as possible, but as you can all tell that plan is going marvellously. It does however effectively trap me in this house, as my parents don't yet require me to sign a six month contract and therefore it makes a sensible place to live, as I can up sticks and leave whenever I need to.
However, living with my family is becoming increasingly problematic. Dad is fine, and to be honest Mum mostly is as well now that she has given up her habit of asking me where I'm going when I stand up to to stuff like go and pee. Megan, on the other hand, has become unbearable to even be in the same house as, let alone the same room. Combined with an increasingly mad desire to eat what I want and when I want, and to have clothes that don't smell of smoke, it has led to me needing to move.
So when an ad for a room popped up on Facebook from a girl I knew in college for a room quite near my work for £250 a month all bills included, I thought "... hm." I sent a speculative e-mail, wondering about the possibility of a month by month tenancy. This was agreed. "... hm," I thought, asked if I could see the room on Monday night, and then went and had a lovely weekend in Edinburgh with
stupidore and didn't think anything else of it. To be honest, I quietly assumed that the room wasn't suitable and was probably also a house full of 18 year old students and that was only fun when I was also 18.So I went to see the house tonight, and it's basically perfect. There are two people living there - Julia and her boyfriend Ed - and the house belongs to Julia's grandmother, who has moved over the road to the nursing home I used to work in. Renting out the property covers the rent. Although it is a leeeetle bit odd to be paying rent to keep someone in a nursing home that used to pay me money to work there (as well as live near it!) the rest of the scenario is perfect; and if it isn't, I'm on a month-by-month basis and can just move out again.
The next few days will be taken up with packing, and dipping into my Money To Move Out With fund - it is now a very respectably fund indeed, and I don't need to go too far into it, just the first months rent and some double bedding. I've never had a double bed before! More importantly, I can keep on saving up as I will only be paying £100 more a month, although obviously I'll have higher food costs but I think that it's worth it for my sanity. I have been going a little bit mad recently in terms of low self-esteem which has equalled some very bad sobbing fits that I am basically worthless so getting a little independence back will do the trick, I reckon.
Of course, now I have to work out how the hell I am going to pack all of my stuff and make it up to Mum, who is apparently distraught I'm leaving and taking it all on herself for being a bad mother, according to Dad. This was when I said I might be moving. God knows what she'll do when I actually tell her tonight that I'll be out by the weekend. (For the record, Dad is on my side. "I wouldn't have moved back in with my parents when I was your age," he said. "Go for it.")
I AM SO EXCITED. Even if it doesn't work out, I'm not tied down. Perfect!
[eta: OH MAN I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT THIS BIT. When I googled the address to find it, Google helpfully added in the town it was in. It turns out that I am moving to Argleton! Argleton is a town that Google have made up and doesn't exist, but now I both live and work there apparently. This is maybe the most exciting part.]
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