Settling in

Well, I have lived in my new place for almost a month now and to be honest I can't believe just how quickly the time has gone or how fast I have settled in. It's a strange thing but in some respects it all still seems new to me but in others it feels as though I have been here for a long time.

I really wasn't sure about this sharing malarkey but thus far I kinda like it. Given the choice of course I would prefer my own flat but this situation is more tolerable than I had imagined. my housemates are all pretty cool, the woman is rarely here but she's lovely when she is, myself and one of the guys get on pretty well and usually have a 'post-work debrief at dinner time each day and the other guy is a real character. Ok, so his drum and bass gets a tad wearing from time to time but in this situation one has to live and let live a little.

These guys in fact could provide good blogging subject matter but I am still not sure whether I should go that route or not. They have no idea about this blog and I have no intention of them finding out but if they did (and let's face it, it happens) it could get difficult.

This first month hasn't been without it's ups and downs (that's for another post) but in the main it's been a vast improvement on the last two years and I am at last beginning to feel a little more like a human being again!

A new start!

Well then, as luck would have it, within days of my last post, I found somewhere to live and my continued silence here has been as the result of my finally moving from my parents house!

Ok, so it's not what I had in mind and it's not anything like I imagined my life to be at this age but it's mine, I can afford it and at last I have my privacy and perhaps my sanity saved.

I have a room in a shared house, it's actually a beautiful, almost new, four bedroom house and a house that I could never hope to live in if I had to rent of buy the whole place, (you don't want to know just how much the one room is costing me!) it doesn't feel to much like I am living in one room to be honest, my room is very big (big enough to make a sleeping area and a separate living area, I have french doors to a small garden and a shower room next door which I only have to share with one other woman

There are four of us, two girls and two guys, myself, the other woman who is a beauty therapist, a geek and an engineer and thus far we all seem to get along just fine...just as long as the guys don't try and use our bathroom!

I've lived here almost two weeks now, I've tidied the place up some, courtesy of one or two mad dashes to Ikea, though I still have much to do to really make it feel like home but for now I love it, I love having my freedom back, I love having my own 'stuff' and I love feeling like a 50 year old instead of a bloody 15 year old!

I have had the odd moment of feeling lonely and a bit scared but 'N' is here most evenings at least and at last I feel like I have made some headway, the last two years have been a time I never want to visit again...and I never will. This is the first time I have lived alone (yes really) and it's the first time that I have been in the position where having a roof over my head doesn't depend in part on a man.

I like that feeling! I like it very much!

One day, somehow, I will have a whole flat/house but for now this is just fine, it's a first step to rebuilding my life and one thing is particularly notable, I haven't cried one single time in two weeks....and that's not something I have been able to say for a very long time, it used to be almost a daily event.

FREEDOM!!!! Yayyyyy.