November 16th 2012 7:00

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As of the recent event that kind of tore apart our family home and all our belongings, my mum decided it would be a good idea to move us all down to my aunts house until we could come to terms financially to fix the house. As it was a 4 hour drive to get there, we had to leave early to get there at a sensible time. Too early for my liking.


I guess it wasn't so bad here. We could of got worse. It was a little wood cabin in the hillsides of Dorset with a massive garden and a big woods just up the road on the top of the hill. It was always quite foggy lower down here so it gave an amazing view over the village at the bottom of the hill. My auntie was actually on holiday for just over a month in New Zealand visiting a friend so we had this place to ourselves for a while. There was four other houses on the road and I was told everyone in this town tended to keep to them selves which was good as I probably wouldn't have to speak to anyone whilst I was out that way. Socializing was never really something I was good at. 

However it remained a mystery as to who lived in the little cabin next to us. My aunt said she'd never seen them. Didn't bother me.


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It was just the beginning of the summer holidays here so I had roughly 8 weeks until I had to go back. I was hoping to meet at least one friend I could pass the time with here but everyone i'd seen so far were middle aged women. 

After a while of procrastinating, I began to unpack what was actually left of my belongings into the room of which was luckily the master. My mum decided she didn't need the space whereas I did. The room wasn't too different to mine back home in terms of decoration. The walls were an off kind of white with a hard wood floor, large mirror, walk in wardrobe, cabinets and double bed. I arranged various photos of me and my friends and family on the cabinet tops and hung up my clothes and jackets in the wardrobe. I also filled the cabinet drawers with my make-up and hair appliances and lined my shoes up against the wall near my door. I was trying my hardest to make this place feel like home. Not that I ever really knew what home felt like.


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