Well this summer was very eventful indeed, honestly really annoyed
that I didn't keep up with blogging, especially while on my travels. I guess
sometimes you can be too busy living your life to get around to documenting it.
Well since I last updated. I moved from
Rusholme to Withington for two months, my tenancy ended on my shared house and
uni doesn't start till next week, so I had a gap to bridge, usually I'd
sofa-surf up norf but I was still working at LateRooms, and having a job can be
really handy when you're low on funds. (Thank god I have the guarantee of not
having council tax sting me for the next 4 years, that shit literally pained
me, srsly.)
So my boyfriend and his lovely flatmates
were happy to take me in for those two months, the cheapest rent I've had to
pay since I lived in Newcastle (Manchester student digs rates are crazy high)
and I got to hammer my accumulated holidays (since I only took 3 days off all
year till July). I took a week off in the second week of July to have a
breather from full-time work life and then the first week in August to travel
the country.
We thought it would be a good idea to visit Scotland then just in
case we'd need a visa for our next visit. Thankfully we're still united, for
now, although to be honest I'd have been happy to put back up the original border and join them in their new independence free from the Mickey Mouse bureaucracy
of Westminster and the monopolisation of the country’s finances around the
soon-to-be state of Londinia. But hey ho, at least we can be happy to have any
hope in hell of kicking the Tories out for the next election, though with me
currently living in west Suffolk I wouldn't be surprised if my vote was the
only one which wasn't blue.
Enough about politics.
After our sweet getaway (pictures are on
Facebook) we sessioned work for one more month before we left Mancunia for
good, to move to the south, I always said I'd end up back down here, though I
didn't expect it to take 10 years, but the great thing about living in
Newmarket is that we've got Cambridge and Bury St Edmunds on our doorstep, but
we're pretty much isolated from city-esque civilisation, the main upside being,
that I no longer have any urges to spend stupid amounts of money on clothes and
make up. I never realised how bad Manchester was for having adverts ABSOLUTELY
EVERYWHERE! And fuck me did they work!
But here I'm so content just wondering the
countryside, going on bike rides and being practically naked the majority of
the time, I think today was the first day it rained since we moved two weeks
ago, it was not missed.
So now I'm sat here, just about caught up,
well not really, but this is starting to feel like an essay and I am missing Pokémon
on Netflix which I really must get back to.
So ciao for now!
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