I moved house, and I love it. I’ve been here a month and the peace I’ve been searching for since April is just everywhere. It’s a Work In Progress, for sure, as I gather things as I’m starting from scratch here, but it’s getting there. Still urgently need a table for eating off, and bedside tables, and a proper bed for the spare room, but I’m doing okay. And I’m happy. It’s amazing.

I reached out to Mum after a week or so of deliberation. Sticking to WhatsApp texting only, and I’m holding my boundaries well despite her pushing them twice during our first conversation. There was no anger or even irritation, I just reiterated the boundaries I’d set up and she backed off. I don’t imagine it’s all going to be this easy, but I feel in control and happy with my side of the seesaw.

Not a lot of other news – looking forward to daughter coming home for Christmas very much, and we’re off to see my sister for Christmas itself which will be lovely.

All in all, things are settling, and they’re good. Finances are a bit of a worry, the move was expensive, and I’m struggling to get back on my feet, but I’ll be okay. 🙂