I've moved house
Finally the unthinkable has happened: I've moved out of the Tejmahal. Into a house with one other person, who just happens to be away for my first two weeks. I feared I wouldn't do well being alone, but only because that's what everyone else feared. My first night made me realise: I love it. The prospect of two weeks perfectly alone made me feel a similar emotion to what I felt when thinking of time in bed at my Mum's house when I was depressed. I almost feel like crying with relief.
Things I've noticed I keep doing in the new place that make me smile:
Walking out of rooms leaving the light on, and having to go back and turn it off
Buying only 2 pints of milk, and only occasionally
The toilet paper isn't diminishing
I'm still anxious though. Haven't had sex for three months now. A lot of things feel like they're in limbo. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
update: I've lived here for three days, been out with my old housemates all weekend, now feel like I don't need to be alone any more, haha.
Things I've noticed I keep doing in the new place that make me smile:
Walking out of rooms leaving the light on, and having to go back and turn it off
Buying only 2 pints of milk, and only occasionally
The toilet paper isn't diminishing
I'm still anxious though. Haven't had sex for three months now. A lot of things feel like they're in limbo. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
update: I've lived here for three days, been out with my old housemates all weekend, now feel like I don't need to be alone any more, haha.