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I have not lived in a lot of houses.

Growing up I lived in two houses. First, from 0-2 I lived with my dad’s parents, and I barely remember any of that time.

When I was 2 my parents moved into their own bungalow. And that is where I grew up. I lived there until I was 26, when I moved out on my own.

I moved into an apartment, and I lived there for 3 years.

It was a 1 bedroom apartment. It was nice, but I was not really doing well at that time.

My mental health was very poor.

I struggled daily and I was constantly suicidal.

In 2009 I moved into the bungalow I currently live in. I’ve been here ever since.

It is a 2 bedroomed bungalow.

I love it here. I have awesome neighbours and the street I live on is very quiet.

I feel safe here.

I have a nice back garden so in summer I can sit outside and read my book.

My parents still live in my childhood home, so I still get to visit that house.

I have the best of both worlds, my own space, and my childhood home, what more could I ask for.

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