Post eight: moving house, finding memories, inspiration 


ok so it’s nearly moving day and I’m excited, nervous and tired.

I have been packing up my room and found my old memory box under my bed. There wasn’t much in there except a few birthday cards and my old dancing medals (which I took about an hour sorting out and looking at and being nostalgic over).

I have lived at my old house for my entire life, except for a few years when I was at university but still I’d go back for the holidays and stuff. It’s crazy.

The house we are moving to is my grandparents house and it’s beautiful. It’s big, it’s bright and there is a huge garden so I’m pretty excited. It’s only about 10 minutes walk from my studio and like 30 minutes walk to my boyfriends so it’s a much better location but I still don’t know if I’m going to be able to shake this feeling of nostalgia.

Anyway, I really need to finish off packing the rest of my room! See you! x