I've lived in this house for nearly twelve years but it's not my home, I was forced to leave my home to come and live here. I moved into my home when my son was four years old, he grew up there, my favorite dog is buried there. I tried to move back approx six years ago, but the Council said no, as I don't qualify for a place with two bedrooms.
My home was a corner plot with a massive garden, my son and his friends used to play outside nearly every day. All I have here is a 20'x16' concrete patch with no grass and a huge shed as this house is so small. My home was minimalist and immaculately tidy, I took pride in it and always had lots people round. This house is cluttered and therefore untidy, I always try to avoid having anyone come inside as I'm so ashamed of it.
I used to know all of my neighbours by name and we were a community, looking out for each other and each others children. I don't feel comfortable here, I don't know my neighbours, in fact I know hardly anyone in the area and feel very isolated. How I wish I could go home again.