So I moved house. It was gruelling, and both BFF and I are were tired, sore, and cross. The first night there, we were woken through the night with people pulling their cars up and blasting music through the night. This… is untenable. We’re stuck here for 6 months, and while I love the flat itself, the noise is an issue, more for her than for me. I don’t know what to do, if she can manage to stay until the contract ends, or what happens next. We’ll likely be discussing that next weekend. For now, I’m giving her the space she’s asked for.

There’s talk about me moving into my MIL’s to help out there. She hoards, and the house is pretty much uninhabitable at the moment, but the boys are planning to tackle that very soon. If we can get it safe, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t. It’s a scary prospect, emotionally speaking… I’ve always had my own space for as long as I can remember. But, it’s an option.

Emotionally I’m still recovering from the move. I’m exhausted, and while I’m sleeping well, there’s a lot on my mind that I’m struggling with. I’m looking forward to therapy tonight – I was in a rough space last week with the problems with the flat, so at least I’m more rested and more evened out this week.

Just wanted to do the monthly update; I’m not sure what else to say. Things feel overwhelming and shit right now, and I don’t know how to fix them. One foot in front of the other, I guess.