Christopher Hamilton

For the third time this year it looks like I’m going to be moving house.

The first time was the move from my old flat back to my parents for a few weeks. The second move was from my parents into the flat I’m sitting in at the moment. The third move is going to be happening in September, to an unknown location.

One of my flatmates has made the decision to go travelling around Australia. Couple that with the fact that our lease on this place is up around then, and our landlords would rather get other tenants in so they can charge them more than they currently get from us, means it’s time to go. This time instead of a four bedroom place, which is quite tough to find and all live happily in, we are going to be looking for a three bedroom place.

This is both good and bad.

It means we get to leave this place, which we all agree isn’t exactly ideal. The rooms are small, and the landlords are… well…. shit! Every person we mentioned them to has asked us how we can be so stupid as to use them. Our answer was simply that they were the only people we could find with four bedroom flats.

The bad part of all of this is that we are all going to struggle financially with the move. None of us are really flush at the moment, and the added expense of paying deposits and arranging moving vans is not what we really wanted to deal with. Then there is the physical act of moving house. It has it’s plus points in that you filter out all the crap you have been storing, but actually having to box everything up, transfer it, and then unpack everything again makes me a little stabby. At least because we have three months till we move, I can make sure everything non-essential is packed, and put into storage at my uncles place long before it needs to be. Which will hopefully make the process a little less brutal.

Now we need to find somewhere, that we are all happy with, that’s in our price range. Hopefully that won’t prove to be too difficult.