Crooked Little Nest

Farewell Aberdeen outskirts - you have been my place of study, work and my cosy home for the past four years. I lived in somewhat of a triangle; all of my places in one close proximity. Alas, it's time for a change of scenery and to move away from the country elements. I thought it would be hard to adjust living near town, with the noise pollution and drunken messes at night, but I have been sleeping like a baby. Or maybe I'm just completely burned out from moving and new job so I will sleep anywhere?

If anyone has ever seen How I Met Your Mother then you will understand...the episode where Lily and Marshal put all their savings into buying a flat...and the flat is crooked; Enter my new flat. (Not that I bought it mind, it's just a lease)! My flatmate tested the rolling water bottle theory and it proved positive. However, we have yet to prove it with the skateboard theory but I'm sure it's safe to say it's crooked - there's a steep hill in the kitchen leading down to the hall and then rises going into my bedroom.

We are located on the 4th floor, which makes a nice change from the harsh coldness of the ground floor. Although the never-ending flight of stairs proves challenging - we will have legs of steel before we know it! Day one of residing in the flat resulted in a house nearby getting burgled. However, my friend was quick to point out that myself and my two flatmates would be safe in our 'little nest'. It's true we are hidden up in the rafters, so surely nobody would bother tackling all those stairs to rob us? It's not like we have much to steal anyways!

I don't necessarily have a wardrobe, more so a hole in the wall without a sliding door. How all my precious possessions are going to fit into that room is beyond me? The picture opposite only consists of about a quarter of my worldly possessions. I have accumulated a lot of stuff over the past four years. I'm such a hoarder though, and I just can't seem to let go...

It took us a whole day living in the flat before we realised that the living room is door-less. The hinges are painted back and the door is nowhere to be seen. The back of my bedroom door has the strangest marble-like wallpaper brutally  plastered onto it - something tells me there's some stain beneath it that can't be tamed. I am currently sleeping on a flowerbed of razors. The springs stem into my back, yet I'm sleeping as good as gold. I'm sure they will start affecting me eventually.

The joys of post-student life; skint and having to make do.
Nonetheless, this is our new home.
Home is home.

raebelle
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