Booby Trap

So I moved out of London, I've liverd there for four years whilst studying at University, I've made, and lost friends there, I've laughed and cried there, and even had my heart broken there. I miss it desperatly, I miss my friends, my independance, my time alone, I miss the city, the suburb I lived in. But I know I will be back there soon, hopefully without the Boy Trouble.

I arrived home yesterday afternoon, with a car load of my possessions which I had manage to accumulate. On my Mothers request I put my stuff away in our dining room. A few months ago my father had helpfully removed floor boards, so he could start sorting out the heating, of course he never managed to put the floor boards back. I'm carying boxes, and can't see the hole in the floor, I am simply thankful that the hole was deep, and my foot never reached the floor, that probably would've ended in a breakage, as it is, i'm just bruised, my entire leg, and my ego.

Thanks Dad!