Memories starting again

The mind's a funny old thing....although I'm sure I've told you this before. I can't quite remember. It's almost as if my memories were wiped down with a dirty cloth and smudged before I moved into the flat. It's kinda hazy. It's as if an actual new life started as soon as I walked into the door. I can remember the very first day with clarity (and I was very very drunk that day). Not that I'm saying my life before that was bad. In no way. But compared to this it wasn't much of a life. I didn't get out there, didn't meet people. Didn't spend longer than a few hours with my friends. They're so contrasting it's unbelievable.

Still, it's worrying. If the memory can wipe so easily, what's to stop it from doing it again? It's one of the things that holds me back from wanting to move out (which we're talking about again. July's just around the corner). I don't want to lose the memories I've made. I've had some of the happiest times of my life here. Who'd want to miss out on that? Sure I've had some shitty ones too, but I can block those out. I know it's weird, but it's not just me this has happened to. It happened to Becky too. What is it about this place that does this? Will the next place have a similar effect? I know one thing. I'm sure as hell going to try and stop it from happening at all costs!