… and we’re moving out. Well, BFF has already moved out, but we have til November to get me out. I’ve found somewhere nice though it’s in the sticks, and I pick up the keys on the 15th.

It’s been a long time, I’m sorry about that. Life has been fairly relentless and I’ve been incredibly busy. I saw my sister for my birthday, which was lovely, kitten/house-sat for my brother immediately afterwards, and have been busy looking for houses since then, so Summer has kind of escaped me a bit. We’re well into Autumn now, and I’m loving my Pumpkin Spice Lattes, Autumn dresses and gothmas dungarees!



Emotion-wise, things are a little calmer. I had a card (redirected, mum doesn’t know I’ve moved) for my birthday that I didn’t read, just opened, confirmed it was from her, and put aside, so that’s progress – morbid curiosity would have previously meant I read the wall of text on the left side of the card to see what she wanted to say, but getting in touch at all after I asked her not to says all I need to hear.

There’s some anxiety about Christmas; I think the current plan is to head to an AirBnB by my sister’s and have a lovely time there, but nothing’s been booked yet (I need to sort that asap). I have a bad time at Christmas and I don’t want a repeat of last year where Mum was ever-present despite not actually being there.

Oh! Daughter got into uni, so I’ve barely heard from her in weeks but she’s having a great time and making really good friends, having fun, and I assume doing some learning in between her society nights out and her riotous living! I’m so very, very proud of her.

She’s joining us for Christmas so that’ll be lovely. I just need to work on my own issues, specifically the feeling that everyone having a good time is my responsibility (it’s not. I know this logically but am yet to catch up emotionally).

Right, enough waffle. I will try to get better at posting more often.