Goodbye for now, Sheffield

I went to parties, I went out for coffees and I also tried to learn how to dance. (Yes, the key word is tried. I was told numerous times that I was failing. Which was even more embarrassing than the failing itself.)

New year, new home (1)

Looking for a house was tough. For weeks we saw nothing decent, or suitable, or affordable, and in the week we found 10 properties they were all gone before we could get to Manchester to view them. In the run up to Christmas, you know how it is, we had family to visit, presents to buy, the bills increase and we knew we couldn't afford to travel back and forth every day for house viewings.

Moving back to England.

On March 6th my mum and I left Warsaw, she was with me celebrating her birthday, and I came back to the UK. I spent two days in Wales with my parents where I had just enough to unpack two cases, wash my clothes and repack again.

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