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It’s definitely near impossible to cry and eat at the same time. Fact.

In Leicester, I open my window and even being at the back of the house, I can hear traffic, the occasional siren and the songs (currently La Roux remix) played from the surrounding houses all squeezed together on this road.
Sometimes its annoying but mostly it reminds me that I live in a city (albeit a fairly small one) surrounded by people. And I like that fact.

The house I’ll move back to in the summer for an unknown period of time; I open the window there and all I can hear is leaves rustling in wind. Maybe rain. On the odd night, a dark barking or the children next door waking up.

Such different lives.
I don’t want to leave.