Sqampy : The True Story

Beth

I started my car, pulling away from the driveway of my parents house for the last time.  The car was piled with various boxes, bags and suitcases filled with the precious trinkets and my belongings which I had managed to accumulate over the last eighteen years.

The car purred softly as it glided along the road, travelling the hours journey to my new apartment. I had made the journey several times already this week, taking furniture and clothing. I could not afford a removal van, but it was perfectly okay to move my things myself. 

I stopped at Sainsburys to fill up my car and to buy food. Once, I had parked, I walked inside the shop, picking up milk, bread, a couple of ready meals (my new oven was arriving in four days, so I had to make do with microwaveable foods), a packet of teabags, some biscuits and a fresh chocolate cake to celebrate my new home.

I quickly paid, filled up my car and continued my journey to Portsmouth. It was only a further ten minutes until I would arrive at my apartment. I smiled to myself, turning on the radio and singing along to the music.

Eventually, I arrived at my new home. My apartment was on the top floor of a modern apartment block towards Portsmouth town centre. I picked up my bag of food, two plastic bags and a suitcase, I would have to come back for the rest in a moment, and headed towards the elevator. I got out my key as I pressed the button and the elevator rose at an alarming speed. Once I got out, I dragged my suitcase and bags to the door, where I swiftly unlocked it and walked inside.

I was faced with my new home! The living room had been painted a light cream and housed two soft, velvet, second hand, purple sofas, a small coffee table and my television which my Xbox was hooked up to, ready to play. I placed my bags onto the small four-seater dining table and headed down to get the rest of my things. 

Finally! Everything was in its rightful place! It had only taken an hour to unpack and now, it finally felt like home! I filled the kettle with water, ready to make a cup of tea. I heated up one of the ready meals in the microwave, taking out one of my new plates from a set I had bought the previous week. I was starving! 

I settled on the sofa with my meal (a tasty looking lasagne), turning on The Lion King. It was my favourite film and it was so relaxing to watch with a delicious meal, a warming cup of tea and my very own Simba tucked underneath my arm. I finally felt safe and happy.