Tag: movinghouse
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How do you know each other?
I dread this question sometimes. Lately it feels like my only answer is ‘oh we met through my boyfriend’. Which isn’t a bad thing, I know, but it would nice to be the connection sometimes. I chose to separate myself from the rhythm of school mates –> uni mates –> work mates. I sort of…
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A Shit Day
Writing this in quite a raw state of mind so please forgive the potty mouth title. This blog has already been a huge cathartic outlet for the feelings I’ve encountered whilst moving cities. I’ve had countless bouts of loneliness that I just flit over like it’s nothing because in true Arabella from I May Destroy…
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Cntrl A, Cntrl C, Cntrl P
Select all, copy, paste. That has been the format of most of my days in lockdown. I’ve had no zest to write. And I’m fine with that. I’ve been spending my time reading, working (thankfully), sleeping, looking at shit on the internet and just generally doing what I can. I wanted to write a little…
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Living With Strangers
My first experience of living with strangers was when I moved into my student halls. Unfortunately, it wasn’t how I imagined it would be, because it was a private halls so it was a mixture of students from different uni’s in London, so overall it was quite cliquey and not much going on to engage…
A Bold Move 