Between 2011 and 2014 I have lived in 6 different houses. A little ridiculous but definitely not wanted. Taking it back to 2011 I had been in a bad relationship for an overly extended amount of time, it included physical and mental abuse then somehow I managed to man up and get myself out of it in July of that year. Complications didn't cease however as we worked for the same company and so I had to quit my job when it started being brought into shifts. I was 20 and told my Mam and Dad I was moving to Newcastle, to which the weren't happy and so arranged for me to move in with my Aunty, after he turned up on my parents door step which was just a step too far now.
Move #1 happened in August and was okay for a while although a little claustrophobic with 3 kids in the house and not much time to call my own. Jake and I started seeing each other and I traveled to visit him often - we soon realized our feelings were alot more than we first anticipated when we had just been friends to support each other through hard times. On my 21st Birthday I told my Mam and Dad about him and not long after that I decided to leave my auntys and find a place with Jake who was unfortunately homeless and crashing on his friends sofa. We were offered a spare bed in a friends house until Jake and I found a place of our own making this move #2, though it didn't last for long and we were in our own little flat by the end of October (less than a week later!) - move #3!!
Despite the lack of work, we loved our little flat. We were there for a year and 7 months and within that time I had worked as a Christmas temp at Adsa, between us we did countless courses, volunteer work, job applications, interviews and added to the family twice (Nike and Baker). However when a very bad case of mold that was not being sorted adequately by our landlord who was living in Australia caused me to develop very bad breathing and heart problems and my car died we decided it was time to look for a place nearer the city which would hopefully mean more job opportunities!
Move #4 was in June of 2013 and ended up being to Byker, a known 'rough', highly chav populated area of Newcastle, to one of the only options we had since having a dog, rabbit and being on DSS was against us. We ended up being in a great street though, away from 'The Wall' (roughest area) and was quite content, enjoying a scorching summer while still tirelessly looking for work. I landed a job at the end of August and then the friends we had made next door started being off with us. We began to have highly intoxicated people bang on our door at all hours asking for drugs...wrong house fools. Then some more good luck, Jake got a job as warehouse man in the same store as me in early October but we couldn't put up with the torment from our ex-friends anymore, who were the type of people you didn't want to cross anyways. From loud music at inappropriate times to ending up not being able to use our back garden because their Staffordshire Bull Terrier was becoming more aggressive, going after Baker and biting me (I attended hospital and was put on antibiotics because my last tetanus was still in date thank goodness!). Couple that with the fact the journey to work in Kingston Park cost alot on the Metro and with shifts crossing over meant Baker was having to be left alone for an hour or so somewhere we couldn't guarantee people wouldn't make noise to spook him, we had to look for yet another new place....
November this time and we moved into a little 1st floor private flat in a council block in Fawdon. Fab landlords, 15 minutes walk from work, nicely decorated/ layed out. Little did we know this would end up being our worst abode of them all! #Move 5.
The guy upstairs was around 50-60 and made noise constantly. If he wasn't banging, hammering and drilling he was stomping around and slamming doors or worst of all playing music or guitar very loudly, again at silly times of the evening and night. The people downstairs had the building stinking of weed 3/4 of the week making having people round embarrassing and impossible, other people in the block would have parties multiple times a week, slam doors, leave children or babies screaming in the middle of the night and we even actually saw someone jump and smash a vans windscreen one night! This was supposedly a nice area!
Anyways, we kept our heads down and got on with work and life. Well until Christmas eve and a certain man decided that heavy metal music booming through the floor at 3am was fine. Jake went to knock on his door and politely ask him to turn it down but was greeted by a thunder of abuse and beating with a baseball bat. He was chased downstairs and the man continued to beat our door causing several cracks but more importantly distress to us and Baker. Needless to say the police were called, statements taken and the man arrested, however it apparently being his first offence they couldn't do anything other than warn him. Pathetic. The months following we have been stalked, watched, mentally harassed and me in particular petrified to live in our own home. The surrounding area including paths, parks and fields were always a danger being strewn with glass, fly tippings and disgusting foods that I was paranoid were laced with poison, needless to say I was always on edge when out and about with little man.
All of the above isn't even the half of it, this is the condensed version! haha
My poor Dad, being sick of my phone calls home moaning and complaining called for us to hand our notice in and come home. So here we are, move #6 and currently living in my childhood bedroom at my parents. We have had fantastic luck in the fact that Jake landed a 40+ hour job in a brilliant factory, earning more money than we ever have together before. We are in a great position to have my parents supporting us (they are getting rent by the way) and giving us a place to stay until we find the completely perfect (hopefully detached) cottage in the countryside!
So yes, we have received help from the government but no have never spent it on drugs, alcohol, tobacco or anything other than the basics. We actually both worked from the age of 15 as well so you can imagine how hard being out of work is for people who are truly workers. It's been a hard time and that's without even telling you the rubbish that poor Jake has had to go through pretty much his whole life, so if I hear someone say, 'You've moved AGAIN?!' again I will direct them to this post and people can read for themselves why it has been necessary.
None of this is in any way for sympathy, and I shouldn't have to justify myself to people but I think everyone should have their say and get their stories across and here is mine!
Thank you to those who have been supportive, encouraging and helpful during the past few years and stay tuned for lots of exploring in the country :)