August 31st 2018

Today I moved the first boxes of my things back into my Mum and Dad’s house. Actually, that’s not true, because the boxes are still in the car. I guess I just drove the first boxes here, and I’ll figure out what to do with them tomorrow.

For the next few months I’ll be living here, back in my childhood room. Well, back in my sister’s old room because Mum and Dad turned my room into an office before I’d even made the first cup of tea in my new place.

But I’ll be back with Mum and Dad for a while whilst I figure out what to do with my life, and what my next steps are. I envision that I’ll be here for Christmas, and out in the new year. It’s not that I’m not looking forward to being back, it’s just if I stay for too long then it’ll start to feel like I’m living here, rather than just crashing here temporarily while I transition from one period of my life to another.

When Alice and I packed up our house, there was very little that I wanted to take with me, so I’ve managed to fit almost all of my worldly possessions into the confines of my five door Fiesta. Tomorrow I have to find a way to fit all of it in this room. Anything that can’t fit, can’t stay.

It’s a really, really weird time for me right now, but I’m not really processing it. It’s all kind of just happening to me, rather than me being overly present for it all. In a few weeks/months time I’m sure it’ll all feel more real and I’ll realise “shit, that actually happened” and at that point I’ll need a change again.

Until tomorrow, and until then…


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