Where the Wild Things Go

So, it might now be official, not quite, but it will be soon enough. My parents have finally made a decision on where to move to. It is still the same village I was talking about a while ago, but now on the other side. It is a farmhouse located about 300m from the local trainstation. A while ago I was just sad and angry that my parents wanted to move to some farmershole at the other side of the country, now I don't feel anything anymore. They are planning to take us there next Saturday and to buy it too. The only pro might be that the animals, a few goats and chickens are included and that it is very close to nature, the cons are too many to count. I will seriously miss the coast, the occasional salty wind, the busy roads, the accents, just the feeling of living in this part. I feel very much at home around these parts, not so much here, but you probably know what I mean. I will start to blackmail my parents to pay for my drivers licence now. At least I deserve a bit of freedom by being able to drive a car wherever I want, because they took me somewhere middle-of-nowhere-ish.

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