25 April, 2012.
I took the last of my things from my room at my parents’ house this afternoon. Left the room in a fit state for their guests to use. Transferred said things to my new house. And here I am. With all my things.
And so. I no longer live with my parents. I live in my very own house. All by myself.
Sigh. It’s going to be a big change. It feels a bit like waking up in the morning. I am not a morning person. I’ve been sleeping so long. Laying around the folks’ place with dogs for company, watching Gray’s Anatomy in my bathrobe, playing Boggle and reading Reddit all day. So damn lazy. Now I have to start working on my house. Tomorrow, I’ll paint the bedroom. Now I have to get a job and pay my own way. I suppose I’ll have to start showering every day. Sigh.
It’s a good thing. A very good thing, even. A big step in the right direction. But, I’m not gonna lie; it also feels like a cold drop. It feels like waking up in the morning, late for work.