My life in two car boots....

I recently moved out of my student house and back home. I hate moving. I'm only 21, and I really can't imagine ever wanting to move enough to do it again. It's a ridiculous amount of hassle. Packing, carrying, unpacking, not having enough space to unpack into and having to throw things out. I'm not a very big person, and yet I still have a huge amount of stuff - I've almost filled the wheelie bin and any available cupboard space with stuff I haven't got space for and don't really need. Student living is pretty wasteful - you move into a barely furnished room, have to buy a bunch of furniture, kitchen stuff, bed linen, everything, which ultimately you only use for 8 months of the year, then you bring it all home and have 2 of everything. Or at least you do if you like it at home anyway, which I do. I have it pretty easy at home, probably one of the reasons I decided to move back here whilst I complete my final year at uni. Only child, I live in the loft (it was converted, I don't have to climb a ladder every night), own bathroom, and a pretty good relationship with the parents.

So here I am, back on home farm for the forseeable future. Just the small matter of a well paid job to sort out. My car Daisy had it's MOT today, and a bit more, and cost £430. Ouch squared.

On the plus side, I made some bloody nice blueberry muffins today. I love baking.

'Pip pip.