Hi guys, hope everyone is doing well on this Monday! Last week I talked about the fact that I was
due to move back home to my Dad’s after two years of living and working in
pretty much a dream flat, in an ideal location.
Well the move has happened now, and while I am glad that all of the
stress of new tenant viewings, packing, sorting, throwing out rubbish, closing
utility accounts and moving furniture is over, I am finding making the
transition from living on my own to living with somebody else quite difficult.
I am used to getting up in the mornings and just having my
own routines and rituals, and as I work for myself at the moment it can quite
often be a good couple of hours before I actually speak to anyone in
person. As a creative person I highly
value that time to just think, read, watch things that inspire me, or to plot
out some work ideas. As soon as the move
happened at the end of last week I found myself getting irritated at having to
discuss dinner plans, and what times I would be coming and going from
home.
I also couldn’t help but be reminded of the last time I
moved back home when my relationship of 11 years had ended, and at the weekend
I found myself not wanting to be at home too much because I didn’t want to be
sucked back in to that frame of mind.
I think the thing that has been most difficult to deal with
is the fact that I just feel a bit home sick at the moment. I am craving my old flat and that feeling of
being at home, and it hasn’t really sunk in yet that I won’t ever be going back
there.
I know that I am luckier than a lot of people. I have a roof over my head, a bed, central
heating, internet and demand TV. So even
know I am not exactly where I want to be, I know that everything is temporary
and this is just a bit of a detour on the way to the next exciting adventure of
adulthood.
Thanks for reading xxx
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