Yeah, yeah, what the fuck, I know. There has been quite a large gap in between posts yet again, however, for once I have a logical and reasonable alibi. As I write this now, I am sitting on my new un-put-together bed in my brand new mess of a room in my brand new house that I moved into today. Yes, dear hearts, the umbilical has been severed and I no longer live at home with the parental units. Instead, now I am a man, an adult, standing on my own two feet, living my own life, paying my own bills, buying my own food and, dear lord, washing my own clothes. Its a nice shake up though, being able to sit at my laptop in my room with a cup of rum in my hands and no one nagging me about it. However, it goes without saying that I am scared shitless out of my ass.
So how did this happen and why is this only being reported now? Well to be fair this situation is an amalgamation of me being pseudo-kicked out pseudo-walking out on my own accord and I soon realized afterwords that I didn’t have much in the way of options. The details for that is kind of sketch but lets just say this was a long time and a lot of counselling meetings discussing “mommy issues” coming.
For the past week I have been living at my girlfriend’s house (oh yeah, I have a girlfriend now. Hell does, on occasion, find itself in the midst of a cold snap) and while I am eternally grateful for what she’s done to keep me from chillin’ on the streets, her internet connection leaves much to be desired and without wireless, the signal my laptop picked up was sort of on the non-existent side of things. However, she kept me fed and warm and rested and most of all, made me feel welcome, even though by this point I’m almost positive she’s sick to fucking death of me and needs a good month of recovery after dealing with me in close quarters for so long.
It also needs to be mentioned that Stacey has gone above and beyond the call of friendship in the way that she’s helped me get sorted. She’s kind of like the guide that’s held my hand and showed me what it is I need to do to be able to make this work. She’s given me so many things and has been with me every single step of the way, it’s absolutely insane how much effort she’s put into this.
So now this is the first day of my life. From this point on I’ve got no fall back routes to travel in case the road gets narrow and difficult. To say I’m not absolutely terrified at the possiblity of inclined tits (this entire operation going tits up) is a bold-faced lie, but whatever, you know? This is my chance to prove all the things I said I would and I kinda gotta make good on this. Its also very exciting to be able to live on your own, to be your own person and answer to no one but yourself, or maybe the landlord.
However, I need to put a cap on this for now, I have at least mutliple hours worth of cleaning to tackle before I go to sleep and I can feel my eyes drooping, so the amount of it I’ll probably complete will be a minimum at best.
Cheers to the future and all that.