I knew it! I knew that my worry about moving into the new house was nonsense really. Whilst living on Campus has given me some great memories, led me to have met some wonderful people, the warmth of a house cannot be beaten. Although ‘warmth’ was said through a duvet as the more comfortable the living, the higher the bills. Last night I was watching television with one of my house-mates on a small LCD TV (less power) and with no lights on around the house. After a vicious rumour the house has been searched to ensure all empty plug sockets are in the off position. Apparently even leaving a socket on whilst no appliance is plugged in uses power. Is this true?
The name of the road I am living on in Cheltenham will remain a mystery for you people. Giving out my rough location is not something I am greatly fond of, as wonderful as you all might be… there are some weirdos in the world. Although I believe my road is the most pointlessly busy road in the whole of Cheltenham. It is but one small strip but for some reason remains horrendously busy by day and, to a lesser extent, at night. In particular there is one old camper-van which sails by the window every evening which causes the house to shake with the bombacious exhaust pipe chirping away.
So what is in store for me now that I am back in Cheltenham? One of the first tasks today is to visit the town and find some shower gel and shampoo. Out of all the items I could have forgotten it was my shower bag which was amiss. Fortunately my tooth brush, shaver and smelly things managed to find my way into my travel bag.
The main reason I have visited Cheltenham so early before University is work. As a Student Ambassador at the University opportunities always arrive at the start of the year as the fresher’s fortnight begins. Despite having been so busy over the summer (I have counted 5 jobs so far) I welcome the work in Cheltenham. If I stay too long in a house, waking up too late and without any aim for each day then I soon feel quite stale.
Curiously there is one smell in this house which does fill me with comfort. Although it may sound strange the smell of damp in the hallway is homely. It fills me with childhood memories around my grandparent’s house and reminds me that home is where the heart is.
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