New Home

Wow. The last few weeks have been a rollercoaster ride for me.

Not only I have had to adjust to my new abode but I have also had to surrender my former room at my mother’s house. Mind you, most of my life long belonging’s are piled on my poor father’s bed. Lucky for him, and me, he is working away at the moment. The poor man would have had the scant edge of his bed to sleep in.

Since moving into my boyfriend’s house I have been a bit lost and wandering, not quite knowing where I belong or what I am meant to be doing. I guess I was sort of the same at my mother’s house but found a routine where I came home, made myself dinner, showered and then went to bed and read for a couple of hours, woke up and went to work. This was when I was actually did make it home. At this new place I have way too many options. I mean, I have people who I can talk to, a working kitchen with the oven door still intact, a backyard, not a jungle full of spiders and strange creatures. And I have a boyfriend to entertain myself with!

I find that a lot of women my age enjoy solitary time, their own space, quiet, nothing to stir up their energy. I have always had this but not necessarily wanted it and now, I guess, I can get bits and pieces here and there but don’t really know what to do with it. Have a bath, go on the internet, go for a walk, chat to the dog, do the laundry, sort out my wardrobe. I am turning into a homebody!