September 2011


The van is all packed up, all our belongings save an overnight suitcase are in there, and its heading to the depot. The keys have been returned to the housing association, and we are temporarily homeless. Right now we’re killing time in a cafe, while we wait for our train south to Mum’s place where we’re staying overnight.

There’s still a long way to go, and its a long day – we’ve been on the go since 6.30am and Michiel has his head down, snoozing on the table. Another long day tomorrow, but… at least we’re out of there, and in a matter of hours, we’ll be shaking the dust of Manchester off our feet.

Next stop: Leicester. A new city. A new Uni. A new life! New Hope. New Dreams….

two more nights in this flat, and then we move.

I can’t wait to be out of here. The window is broken – again. It was broken a few weeks ago by a couple of bricks being thrown at it. Its been boarded up ever since – although we’ve reported it to the housing association, we’ve asked them not to replace it until after we’ve moved. And despite that, they’re still throwing stones at the window.

Its kind of a shame that our time in this flat has come to an end like this. The cooker left on Friday (as a gas cooker, it had to be disconnected by a qualified technician) and I felt quite emotional about it. we’ve had that cooker for the last 7 years and its done us proud, seen us through countless batches of bread, cakes, roast dinners, christmas dinners… Its silly, its a lump of metal, an inanimate object, but i still had a lump in my throat as it was taken away. The end of an era.

So much has happened in this little flat, both good and bad. And although we’re leaving for good reasons, going somewhere better, to a better life, I’m still angry with the louts that have driven us out of here, that have made our last days here uncomfortable, a torture, rather than excitedly focusing on the move and the new life that awaits us.

Just two more nights.. two more mornings, then we’re gone, shaking the dust of this place off our shoes as we leave. And I sincerely hope we’ll never return.

… apologies to ol’ Rod for the bastardisation of his song, but yes, we’re moving house!

We finally got the news earlier today, and the deposit has been paid, so its all official – at least, until the day of the move and we get down there to sign the tenancy agreement! We’re moving in on 27th September, with this flat being packed up and closed on 26th September (we’re staying at Mom’s overnight).

Its a nice, 3 bedroomed semi-detached house in a nice part of Leicester. Not the best, but we can’t afford the best. Its better than where we live now, so this represents a step up in so many ways. The spare bedroom means that Mum can come to stay with us on a regular basis, as often as she wants to, (as well as anyone else, like Michiel’s parents) and I get a study of my very own for all my university studies. We have a week to get the house sorted, then I start at Uni on 3rd October.

Gosh.

Thankfully, we’d already found a removals firm and established a relationship with them, so all they needed was an address and a date. They’re packing for us, which also reduces a lot of stress, but there is still an awful lot to do in the next two weeks. But we’ll get there – we have a lot of motivation and a lot of help and support from people that count (such as our families).

But for now, for today, we’ve handed in our notice on this flat, we’ve agreed things with the removal firm, things are slowly starting to grind towards the chaos that is moving day, and … well. we’re happy. We have hope. And that’s the important part. 🙂