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The thought of moving house gives me butterflies of excitement. There is nothing better than the feeling of potential not yet ruined by the limitations of reality.


'When I get there I will be a different person, with a different life'


There's that moment when you've just unpacked all the boxes from which you construct your bedroom and put it together. You stand back feeling like you've finally made it. You are free of that cocoon. You are fully grown, bigger, better, faster, stronger. This is the moment you will always remember as the turning point in your life where you started living up to your true potential. This is the point in time when you became the 'you' you were always destined to be... the first step to greatness began with this move.


It all started with this change of scenery.


Then you go to the fridge, crack a celebratory beer and sit down in the living room with your new housemates. You hate the show they're watching and you can't think of anything to say to them. You feel tense and insecure all over again. You finish you beer get another, think momentarily about trying to achieve something but settle instead for that t.v show you hate, sitting around with the housemates you already feel estranged from.


What difference does one more night of mediocrity make?


You can always start again tomorrow.