Six and a half weeks ago the lease on my room at university ended. Since then, I have been nomadic (or homeless, whichever way you want to look at it). I have gradually been reducing my possessions, not by throwing them away as my inner anti-establishment hippie would like to, but by taking/sending them to my family home. I now have just a little too much to carry comfortably, but the perfect amount to furnish my day-to-day life indefinitely. 
In these six and a half weeks, I have stayed for short periods in six different homes, not including a brief visit to home home, the family home. I’m lucky to have kind and welcoming friends, who have let me stay and looked after me properly. I haven’t had to sleep on a sofa, or on the floor, more than once the whole time!
I have moved around quite a bit, carrying a little less each time, but the majority of the time I have been staying in student-ville, Egham. A few days ago however, I did the biggest move yet! I hopped on a train, and then on a bus, and made my way to Edinburgh. A nine-hour journey later, and I was welcomed to my most recent temporary home, where I have been molly-coddled as much as any recent graduate would care to be.
Today, though, I move once again, to an unknown flat in an unknown house, which far too many of us are letting for three weeks while we perform at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Finally, I will be staying somewhere I have actually paid rent for, and for the first time, will regularly be sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag, as there are not enough beds for all of us (even sharing).
Zhēn de Gender 