So turns out that moving back to Kent has suddenly become boring. With the concept of never moving back to a mouldy and slightly overpopulated student area forever dissapated I am forced into a world of twee cottages, bleating sheep and German tourists. The family thing is good for a while, however my house has become less of a family space and more of a family plus four random foreign people having sex in the rooms below me.
Thats right, I have come back to a half house half bed and breakfast complete with a shelf of the fridge totally out of bounds, the constant threat of having guests with a baby and the fantastic idea that I am awoken during the night every time somebody uses the en-suite below me. Oh, and I have no bathroom to use. Thats right folks I have the use of four rooms in a house of eleven, and those rooms are all subject to a harsh noise limit.
According to my parents though I have nothing to complain about because I don't have to pay any rent whilst I'm staying here and if I don't like it then perhaps I should get a job and move out. This is a fair point, apart from the fact that in order to make my three year £20,000 degree worthwhile I need to do an internship to get a decent job. So this will be at least three months of having no money, not being able to go out due to this problem, leaving with strangers in my house and arriving home with strangers in my house. The next three months are going to be financial hell and this financial hell will coincide with no social life, no loud noises and constantly being woken up by people with weak bladders.
I had planned on making my general outlook on life more positive, but it appears that won't be happening anytime I am living in this house for the next six months.
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