We moved house.
No,
We moved home.
Try Again.
We were Evicted from Our House.
One More time.
Okay, fine.
We were Evicted from Our Home.
It's a funny thing, but it didn't bother Me. I haven't been too sad. Although boxes still lie in my room full of old fading fabrics. I seem to have no need for anything that could remind Me.
I've noticed that all I want is for us to be happy.
I don't care where Our home is.
It could be on the Moon, it could be in a shack. It could be in a tent opposite a dump.
As long as I can say that My family will be there. And always will be.
We have been lucky though.
Our new Home is rather lovely.
And it has been a great way to shake off the EastKilbride Hang-ons.
See Ya Suckers.
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