December 8th 2019

Today I packed up all of my belongings and am ready to move into my new flat tomorrow. It feels slightly surreal that it’s now happening, considering I only actually started looking for somewhere to live less than two weeks ago, but we’re here now, and all of the things that I own are now currently either in a suitcase or a box sardined into the back of my car.

I’ve got the day off work tomorrow to take everything up to Cheltenham, sign some forms, and then pick up the keys. I then have to spend the rest of the day assembling furniture and unpacking my stuff.

Because I’m moving out again tomorrow, we’ve had a pretty nice, family-oriented weekend. Mum tried to convince me to stay by cooking roast beef, but, unfortunately, it did not work.

Roast lamb might have convinced me. Soz.

I’ve done my best to make it clear to them that I’m not moving out because I don’t like being at home, but just because it’s time. I’m 26, I moved out once, but came back last year after a breakup, and was never supposed to stay for too long. I wanted to be able to start the new year with a new place, and I’ve been able to do that.

I’ve loved being looked after, but I need to now start looking after myself again. And I think Mum and Dad understand that.

Until tomorrow, I’ll just have to come back home for roast dinners.


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