Friday, 6 January 2012

Arriving at a home that isn't home.

It's funny really.

I've been away from here for a month, a little over perhaps, but I've never had the slightest hint that I miss this place.

This is my fourth home, in my 20 years. I was born in one, moved to my parents home, where I've spent this holiday period, then I spent a year on my University campus and then here.

20 Abbey Mews.

Nowhere.

It's funny I guess, the fact that I miss my old flat so much, maybe it's because I made so many memories there in the short months I called 007 my home, but this place..

Sure, I've made memories, but most of them are bad memories, like a nightmare haunts this house even in my waking hours, I just remember the arguments, the times I've cried over nothing and everything, I can't wait to leave.

I guess that's all I have to say about it, I just wanted to talk a while.

Normal service resumes soon, don't worry.

James

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