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a word of so many meanings, home. is it the place you sleep? where your family is? where you grew up? since i can remember mine was all three. twenty six years of living at home. i wrote that without even realising – a force of habit i guess. recently that’s all changed – gone are the days of the family house, the city i knew, and the family close by. don’t get me wrong, its refreshing, liberating but also a little daunting.

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three hundred and sixty five days of adam.

this week i turned twenty seven. i was going to write i celebrated the day, but it was more a mixture of a life crisis and a party. but yes, i am officially in my late twenties. i deny it all the time but lets face reality – i am sat here on a saturday evening with a cup of tea (yorkshire gold of course) and typing away instead of dancing the night away.

i take a look back at all i have seen, done and achieved in the last year and you know what? its quite a bit. i was baffled for a while on deciding if this was the year of travel, the year of style or the year of food. but without a shadow of a doubt, this my friends was the year of change. twenty six saw me leave my job of 8 years, my city, my home and my family. all in the space of 18 days. struggling to see how i even managed it to be honest. i am starting the new year in the city of manchester, salford if we must. i never thought it would be the case.

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