Moving out of my first flat

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Wednesday 19th July 2017, 9:19am, I sit here in my disturbingly tidy room in my beloved first home in Sheffield, R3, where I’ve created so many memories with so many lifelong friends. Even though I am the last of the four of us to leave this flat, it still feels like our flat. Once I’ve gone, it isn’t our home anymore. Since the beginning of June, myself and Bex have had two Malaysian students live with us and fill the two bedrooms at the end of the hall left by our amazing boys – it’s never felt quite right (they never speak a word to us anyway). I’m the only one still left in Sheffield since Saturday and I’ve filled my days with packing and watching Death Note with no human contact; I’m going insane. Although I attach feelings of anxiety and sadness with my home town of Norwich, I can’t wait to go home as I’m getting a cat – Nelson – on Friday!

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I will miss my little flat and living beside so many shops, bars, clubs and restaurants but it’ll be nice (for me and my bank account) to live a slight bit further out of the city centre where it’ll be quieter; we’re only moving from an S1 to an S2 postcode so we’re not too far away!

Things I won’t miss about living in this flat however are:

  1. The alley that my window looks over where the brewery insist on hurtling bins and emptying stupid amounts of glass bottles at unearthly hours (it kept me up at 3am then woke me up at 6:00am this morning…not happy).
  2. The pathetic management that we have here. They claim to give us the best security yet anyone can just walk in without ID, and the gates don’t even work half the time. We’ve also had 3 mice living in our kitchen since we moved in, 2 of them are dead but one is definitely alive…I look forward to having a long chat with pest control about this.
  3. Living beside clubs can be a negative as you get all of the screaming every night from midnight – 3am. Being beside the alley is more disturbing as I can often hear people having sex or peeing against my wall…

Bye R3! Thanks for putting up with the 4am banana fights, the ridiculous amount of Bucks Fizz that we spilt on the floor at Christmas, Matt throwing chicken everywhere when he was drunk, Ewan throwing up black in freshers, Bex launching Twinkies at the wall in rage, and myself for injuring every part of my body on every given surface. Good luck to its next tenants, who will love it nowhere as much as we did.

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