Moving houses.

One thing I've always strongly disliked is moving houses. I don't like that I can just pack up all my things into a few card board boxes, take them to a totally different new place, set everything all up and be expected to call it home. That actually sounds really stupid to be like crying about it because its literally not even a big deal. But I'm trying to change my mindset about moving so thats good.

I was born in England, lived there for 11 months and then came to this beautiful country ole ahahaha but then we moved into the oldest, hansimest, coldest, most perfect house ever. I loved that house so much, but mainly just because it was my childhood house and so it has so many good memories attached to it. It was honestly the grodiest house ever, but we had the best time because of it, whenever it rained we had to put pots on the floor to catch all the drops leaking through the roof, we had like no heating at all ahahah so we'd wear our beanies and jackest and mittens to breakfast, it was always messy but like a nice organized messy, we had a piano when literally no-one in my family knows how to play, we had THE best slide and swingset which our grandad made for us but it was so dangerous and had sharp edges and places where we always got our arms and legs stuck, we had these two big trees with this table hanging in between them and we never ever used it as a table so me and Ton would just swing on them and the edge hit the tree and so we got in trouble hahaha, it was on a farm so we got to just go whereever we wanted, and we had animals. It was just so fun, and yeah i was a little kid and had the biggest imagination and like it's just different to now and no way would I wanna live there now but for that time and moment in my life ole ahahah but that house was one of the best things about my childhood.

So then there was another baby on the way so dad decided we needed to build the biggest house in all of Te Karaka hahahaha and it was so flash and we weren't allowed to mess it up, it sorta felt ike we were living in a museum, but that was still cool coz it was so big so we could have heaps as friends over all the time. It was literally across the field from our other house so we still basically lived in the same place just a nicer house. I don't really even remember it that much but i know that it was still fun even though it was super fancy. So then then we could afford the house kinda thing so we sold to my mums sister and yeah moved to toooown!

At the need of year nine we moved to Wainui, i remember the first night there i slept with like at least five mattresses on my bed, i dunno why i just did, and i cried myself to sleep coz i was a teets little sooky lala. We literally lived there for one summer, like 3 or 4 months, my brothers nearly drowned, i got stung by a jellyfish, horses ams into our back yard, we grew strawberries, painted the tree house which was actually like a big dog kennel, we swam and walked on the beach nearly everyday, i changed rooms twice, my room was yellow which i actually loved so much, we caught the bus with the campion people and there was this girl with the softest looking hair ever, like she would push it back and it would just fall right back to where it was, our across the road neighbours would always come over and stay till late as, the shop there had the nicest chicken chips eeevaaa, we had a garage sale and um yeah then the land lord was like nah can yous leave imma sell dis howse, and then no-one wanted to even buy it.

So now the house we live in now, super damp and cold, easily stained carpet, its like old as but doesn't seem old, smallest bathroom ever, creatures in the ceiling ahahah, it has a round about, has the nicest grass, about a gazillion feijoa trees, its in a pretty alright place like not too too far away from everything, super dangerous main road that we have to cross in the morning, um what else, everyone comes over, like everyone can just stay when they have no place to stay and all that, it's a nice place its just damp ahahah like thats so ugly but it is, our landlord has honestly the flashest house ever just up the drive um yeah theres not really much to say about it hahahaha.

But once again there is no reason to this post except for i just wanted to remind myself of what one of my friends sid about moving houses being a new adventure. And I'm obviously gonna move house again sooner or later so i should just get over my negative view on it and just have fun enjoying the adventure at hand :D that's it