Winds of change

Winds of change

We packed up mum’s car and made the first journey to Leicester today. Hers is a small thing but hopefully it will ease significantly the stress of the main journey, the one which happens next week. My dad will be bringing me down, this time to stay.

We went to the housing place, on Western Boulevard. We parked in a very familiar car park, by a very familiar building, to which I no longer have the keys. It stands empty, all rooms cleaned, familiar thick blinds of the windows drawn half way down, all rooms reset I suppose to some empty state. All for the next inhabitants, who will probably start arriving in about 3 weeks time, but for now, Bede Hall is dormant. I saw my room, my mirror, my bed I wonder if the cleaners were able to remove the ultra-violet paint with which I wrote on most of my walls, if so it never made the bill, messages to those that might find them, advice on good times. I don’t know if I ever expected to see the building so close again when I left it in dad’s car. It was quite emotional to see it cleansed of any personality we had given it.

One entire desk of the housing office was filled with envelopes containing keys, there were at least 50 there, and each needed ten pounds and a signature from the recipient. That was all. Then we went to the place, where I would be living. A place I hadn’t seen since a cold day in early February.

Seven months later and here I am. Unlike my last visit, there’s no near naked man in the middle bedroom (now mine), no baby in the upstairs front bedroom and any other trace of the occupants has been washed away, almost. There are some flaws here and there. There are only a couple of major ones, like the boiler does not work, so we have no hot water for bath, shower or washing up. The cooker oven also seems to be at fault. Besides those we are in a perfectly usable residence.

The room controversy goes on! I managed to take the room I was after, but only by approximately about 10-15 minutes. Any later and I am sure nick would have taken it and I would be where he is. Which incidentally is the front lower room, the one Andy was after. I'm in the middle front room, which isn’t as big as the one nick is in at the moment. I say at the moment as I imagine that when Andy gets here, there are going to be massive arguments about it. The house is nice though, and as last year, my bedroom is the nearest to the kitchen, but further from the toilet.