Monday, 30 June 2014

The Explanation Post (pretty much my life story!)

I'm gonna jump straight into this guys, 'cause it could maybe get a little rambley.

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 :)


17 comments:

  1. Well done dan, but tbh you shouldnt have to explain yourself if you and jake want to move thats entirely upto you. F**k those who have a problem with the amount of times you move. Thats your choice not theirs. Miss ya girl xxx

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  2. What a rough time of it you've had! I admire how you've kept your head up through it all. It must be wonderful to be back in the countryside, Baker looks thrilled to bits too. Hopefully you'll be able to find a cozy little place soon to call your own. :)

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    1. Oh it's been a strange adjustment but we've slotted right into life by the sea again, most of all Baker. He really is in his element!
      Thanks for all of your support and comments on my blog.
      x

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  3. Wow... what a nightmare few years! I had horrible neighbours for a year (music and parties at all hours, growing weed, snide comments, leaving rubbish outside our front door), but I can't imagine what it's like when it just keeps happening. So glad you're settled in a nice place now and that your parents have been supportive. Hopefully you find your dream house soon, you both more than deserve it! x

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    1. Oh poor you, it really does suck to have to live next to people with such low values in life. We actually had the rubbish thing too. They tipped dirty rubbish that wasn't in bags into our wheely bin (beans and all sorts of minging things) as well as putting poopy nappies in the top of our bin without nappy bags.
      One 'lady' banged on our door late evening of Jakes birthday threating him to tell me to stop putting the dogs poo in her bin although the only bin I ever used was the public bin beside the field we walked him at...
      Guh, people! haha
      I'm glad you aren't having trouble either anymore :)

      Thanks for all the lovely comments you've ever left!
      x

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  4. Blimey, I thought I'd moved a lot! No place like home though and I'm sure you'll all find a lovely forever home soon :) x

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    1. It's meant to be one of the most stressful things to do and I've done it too many times for sure haha!
      Thank you! :) I really appreciate all the comments you've left me.
      x

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  5. I can't believe how much you've been through! Bless you guys! I love your new area though! The photos so far have been beautiful! I hope you guys find the perfect place soon though
    Kloe xx
    skullsnkisses.blogspot.co.uk

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    1. I know we could of had it alot worse but it's still be a trying 3 years! Thank goodness were away from it all now.
      Thank you! :) x

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  6. You have been in some rough times but Your happy now :) & that's important <3 It's great that you have the support of our parents :). I hope you find a beautiful place soon x
    love Jasey !

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  7. So I landed here from last nights #lbloggers and obviously (once I'd stopped oooohing and aaahing at your amazing photos) landed on this post! I'm so sorry you've had a shit old time, we too have just moved from chavsville into our (hopefully) forever home - yours is definitely out there too, just waiting for you guys and Baker to turn it into a proper home.
    Oh and I'm COMPLETELY hooked on your blog now :o)
    M x

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  8. Hi Danielle,
    I haven't moved quite as many times as you, but I definitely know the stress that it can bring. I also totally know what it's like to not feel safe/comfortable in your own home. My current place has been broken into twice in the past two years and we live in a really nice neighborhood. Soooooo unsettling!! It took over a month for us to get the landlord to finally come and look at the damage himself before he was willing to $ anything to fix it.
    I'm glad to hear though that you guys have pulled through and are in a much better situation!
    -Linds

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    1. Oh bless you, I feel for you. I hope that nothing like that happens to you again. Its awful the world we live in that people have to be so selfish and disrespectful.
      Thanks so much for the wonderful comment.

      xo

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