In the middle of our street.

So its been over a month since I last posted. Boo hoo. No one's reading this. Get over it, no one.

So yeah, I moved house over the Easter holidays (remember them?), after three years of a move being definite, we've finally done it. Hoorah, etc.

It wasn't like what you're shown on TV, everything happening more or less simultaneously with big trucks moving boxes full of your stuff. We just kind of moved in and moved our stuff in gradually. We're still moving in fact. I don't have a bedroom. And neither do my brothers, or dad. Me and my brothers are sleeping in sleeping bags in the loft and dad is sleeping on the couch bed downstairs.

The house we used to have was a posh big Edwardian one, separated into flats. Sure, ours was a three story flat, but contrary to popular belief at school we weren't any better off than anyone else. Not by that much anyway.

The house I live in now is naturally smaller than the Edwardian one, but it isn't a flat and we have more space. My bedrooms no longer referred to as 'the Tube', for instance. Mind you, wasn't that bad, had everything I need. But now I can have Moar.

Also, our house has two bathrooms, unlike the flat. Also unlike the flat, it has a shower. I like showers.

So yeah, new house. Only thing is, is its location; Quinton, Birmingham. A lot of the population seems to be chavs. Admittedly its not all bad though. I mean I haven't been stabbed yet *touches wood*.

Watch this space, I'll probably update in a few years.

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"Nothings gonna change my world" - John Lennon