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Big move #3
Saturday, 1 March 2014 15:32 2 Comment(s)

The time to move is slowly creeping up on me.
It will be my third big move of my life.
I have moved A LOT, a total of 11 times in 9 years.
Ever since having to move from home to here in the UK (big move #1) and going to boarding school which meant each year I was there, we had to pack up our stuff at the end of each academic year and endure a 16/18 hour flight home for 2 and a half months of glorious warm weather and family time before returning and being assigned different dorms. So the 4 years (of hell) I was in school in the UK, I had 4 different dorms and when I was at University I moved 4 times before making big move #2 to Bournemouth which was one of the best decisions of my life because it meant that I could cut loose all ties with anyone who was holding me down or making my life a living hell. However, a year and a half later, I'll be packing up my life again and moving to Wales for my third big move.

I'll be honest, I'm sick of moving not because of how much packing/organising that needs to be done but because I've never felt at home since coming to the UK.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to move to Wales because there are so many exciting plans for the future but for years, I have pined for somewhere to call home ever since the place I call home isn't home anymore as my family have moved back here to the UK. I feel guilty for thinking this because my parents have made their house the comfiest and nicest place they can but I've never lived there so don't feel like it's home to me.

I know that there will be a few more moves in the future but I hope they are less frequent. I cannot wait to build my life with Joey and I cannot wait for the day I get to finally call somewhere home.

I came across this on Tumblr.


That is the cruel thing about life, you pine so much for somewhere to call home yet you're luckier than a lot of people having grown up in beautiful places knowing you can go back and be welcomed back with arms wide open. I'm lucky having met all kinds of great people from different walks of life. I just need to learn to find a balance with this.

Beckie
xoxo



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