It's no Harmony Drive but Premier Road is my new home. An old refurbished Victorian split level duplex is where I will find my place in the attic. I have the place to myself for a while before my housemates arrive. I don't look forward to sharing the span of my personal space which has grown to extend the length of a football field more recently, but I'll have not choice come October. In the meantime I wouldn't mind some company. The house echoes with my footsteps and I am thankful that carpeting has been added along most hallways to mute my heavy heels, which I might soon be clicking in ruby slippers once the culture shock takes effect. At the moment, and after a long day of travelling, There's no place like Premier Road.