Happy New Year?
For me, 2014 came in like a punch to the stomach.
I was told that I am moving house.
And not just to the other side of Thornhill - away to West Wales. This will be the fourth time that I'll be ripped away from my school, social life and area, and my thirteenth house itself.
I will have to give up my two beautiful dogs, and all of my precious friendships.
By February 8th I'll be sat in a house I don't even like in Haverfordwest.
I will be so sorry to leave Cardiff - it has been the best place I have moved to in a long time.
Other places I've lived in are Glasgow, Buckinghamshire and Pembrokeshire. In each one of these places I thought I would never have to leave. As soon as I was told, I cried. I knew that moving away was in the air, but I didn't think it would actually happen.
But one of the worst parts is moving away from my Dad. Him and my mum split up in August, but we still see him all the time. In fact, I am sitting with my laptop in his house as I write this. But, moving away means that my sister and I will see less of him.
"Happy" New Year is a bit of an overstatement in my case.