[	Tags	|	writer's block	]
[	mood	|	cheerful	]

I have lived in 8 different places.
I remember 7 of them.... ok 6 of them if we need details.

Crawley Down when i was a new born...Willetsbridge Cottage, East Grinstead till i was 4... (this place was AMAZING... huge old cottage... my family are forever telling creepy tales about it.  Ducks would frequent the garden as we lived near the reservoir. Then we moved to 2 Wisden Avenue, Burgess Hill. A 4 bedroom detached house with a double garage because it was the former show home on the new estate. I remember this house really well, and had the strange experience of going back to the house when i was about 15 as I knew the boy who lived there...his room was my parents old room.

When I was 9 things got a bit shit, my parents divorced soon after the death of my granddad. Mum, my sister and I shared one room in 4 Ware Court, Burgess Hill for 6 months, my grandma's flat... But then 6 Ware Court came up for sale, so we moved upstairs! A 3 bedroom flat, it was rather small, especially when me and Gaby became teenagers... but that is where i did my growing up, my crying, my loving, my laughing, becoming me... so it will always be the place i remember most.

At 18, i left for University and moved into 11C Bishopden Court, Park Wood, University of Kent. This was the best and worst place to live. Best because I was freee, free from home but I had no say over my housemates! There was Tom, a very quiet boy who ALWAYS vomited when he went out drinking. Rebecca who i introduced to my friend Paul who i knew from home, they promptly got together (and still are together now) so I had to listen to them having sex, or her singing for 9 months. She played the same Imogene Heap song every day for 9 months... My sanity really was tested. My room was a tip... and when i first moved in it had fleas. So for fresher’s week I was COVERED in hideous very swollen flea bites... it wasn't great... but it became my home. I have very very fond memories of living in park wood mostly because of the wonderful people i met. My room was notoriously messy and there is a famous picture on facebook somewhere…and I’ve just spent an hour looking for it… I can’t find it…basically, there is just crap EVERYWHERE. Good times.

Second year of university saw me move into 8 Montfort close… It was a pokey little house that was too cold in winter and way way way way too hot in summer, but it was home. My room was small which meant it was a mess for the majority of the time. I have mixed memories of this place… mostly because some tensions which occurred between me and my housemates…

3^rd Year of university! 2 Westerham Close! AKA, The PALACE. This house is beautiful and I am going to be so sad to leave. MY room is huge, I have a bureau, life is ever so good. Im happy. House discrepancies have been minimum and petty, the house is always clean, there are 4 of us who pull our weight and another two who don’t… but hey, that’s life. Im very happy here.

I don’t want to pick a favourite, all have their ups and downs and all helped shape who I am today.