Home time...

For the first time since last July I'm taking all of my stuff (and there's an awful lot of it) back from whence it came. Treeton. This is an emotional time because I've become attached to this house, I've gotten accustomed to it's features, no matter how ugly and revolting the kitchen is, and forgetting the many problems we've had, and it is a bad house especially for the money we've been ripped off. The upside is I'm going to be moving into a nice new house with cheaper rent better features (kitchen etc) and now I have to go up a hill to see any of my friends, but that does mean a downhill journey home.

My dad's coming to help with the "move" in about half an hour and I've been trying to pack but I was never sure where to start so I sense life will be slightly more tricky to begin with. My parents nicked off with my big bag and a couple of boxes which meant I really didn't know where to put anything. I still don't in fact.

I'll miss Leeds the 10 or so days I'm away from it, the people, sights, atmosphere and smell. It's not a particularly bad city, but like my housemate says "I'll probably move to Liverpool". There you have another pearl of wisdom...

I only got 5 hours sleep...Today I will die.