The Day I Left Home..

An emotional day one could say, but never the less a fresh start i'd been waiting a long year for. The nervous journey from Cheshire was uncomfortable but exciting. Arriving in Epsom around 4ish we unloaded the van only to find my bed couldn't fit up the stairs..great start. House mates were welcoming as i expected, mother was very chatty showing off our dog to the girls. Sister Lucy was helpful as was Paul.

A family walk to the the town centre picking up bits n' bobs before they left. Tears from my sister but none from mother which was a supprise i guess. I showed no emotion at all, in fact i gave the impression i wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible which i kind of regret.

I feel as if i have a point to prove to my family, showing i am capable of living on my own and taking matters into my own hands, being responsible for myself.

Later that evening pretty much focused on learning more about one another in the house, involving drinking of course (it always helps.)