I’m finally moving, out of my parents house, out of the countryside, back to my home, Sheffield. It’s been nearly 18 months since Emi and I broke up, when we split up I had no idea how hard it had become to live in modern society. Last I remember you could get a job, find a place to live, and make friends in a couple weeks, maybe a month? God what happened!!!!

Chester and I meeting definitely postponed things, but I have no regrets, I’m so excited to start our lives together properly, without having 16 birds, 2 dogs, 10 fish, 6 shrimp and 2 little snails to look after, without having my parents watchful eyes on us at all times, I really feel like our relationship can properly begin now.

We’re moving in with 3 amazing people, you should’ve seen how excited we were when we finally got chatting with Alfie, it was like we’d finally met someone who got us and we were genuinely excited to meet the others. We went to Sheffield and brought cookies with us (half for our potential housemates and half for my mum’s birthday) and went to go and see the house and meet our potential housemates.

It was honestly like we’d known them for months, Alfie is great, I think we’ll get along really well, we have a lot of shared interests, as well as interests I think the other would be interested in taking up. Sam was lovely, I felt bad that they were vegan and so couldn’t share our cookies with us but they seemed so fun, very adventurous, very interesting to spend time with. And Flo! They were quiet, but we spoke about their interest in art, they also seemed great but I would like to get to know them better.

I’m genuinely just so excited to get in there, I’ll be packing this week while Chester is at work, and deciding which of my things to leave behind, I imagine it’ll be most of it.

I’m tired, it’s 7:30am, I havent slept.

i probably should

laura <3