It's been one month since I moved from my childhood home, where I lived for almost 32 years, and into a tiny studio apartment 10 blocks away. There were many reasons for this, the main one being I couldnt afford the house anymore after putting my mom in nursing care. I was scared to death to move out and be all alone. For years I couldnt wait to escape my home and be an adult on my own. When it was forced on me, and I had to leave my mother behind (both literally and figuratively), it was akin to agony.
But this has been a good month. I've slept well, spent more time with my cat, I'm exercising again, and I dance to songs on the radio. I was so depressed in that big house alone, struggling to hold what was left of my family and my sanity together. I'm not doing that anymore. I have my 350 sq feet and I'm making do. Change is hard, sometimes its almost impossible but you can do it if you take it one day at a time. I cant even believe its been a month.
When I get some more time, and work it all out in my brain, I'll make a post about what the past 2 and a half years leading up to all this were like. I'm feeling good tonight and dont want to drag myself down thinking and talking about it. It's nearly bedtime and I plan to sleep well in my new apartment.