Raw Transition.

I wanna write, but I'm trying to figure it all out first to put into words.

It's funny how I started this blog thing off as my 'travel diary'. It's basically turned itself into something I write in whenever I feel the need.

I love/ed this house. I moved in here feeling slighty shy about the whole thing but there was a burning excitement and knowldge that I'd end up loving this place with all my heart. And I really did. I really do still, but the reasons why are slowly being torn away from me by people I hardly even know.
This house has been going and doing it's thing since 1999, by two awesome creative people that lived in this house themselves for 6 years, then they moved out into their own house because they had two kids just up the road, and set up a new system for this house, to keep it running, which was a pretty alright system seeing as it worked for 4 years.
But then the owners obviously as everyone does, kinda grew up and focussed on their kids and work lives etc, and things just changed for them and the music kinda stopped, so they decided to get more advanced managers to handle the house rather than someone living there.

I knew, on the night we all had a meeting together with the owners, and the new manager we were then introduced to, that things were gonna certainly take a turn.

I can't even explain it. It's more the fact that people that I've been living with feel the same way and it makes us all upset that were all upset by it. These new managers, which consist of 'Julia' who is German/Irish or whatever who thinks she's got it all under control


anyway all im trying to say is argyle is DEAD