So the day finally came for me and Moll to move away from home. Not too far mind. I still need a backup bed, bath and washing machine if things go tits up.
Having said that, so far I'm enjoying the freedom. There's something so satisfying about choosing the colour schemes and accessories for each room, decorating as you wish and putting things exactly where you want them to be, not where they just always are. You get a sense of ownership, even in rented accommodation, that you just don't get whilst living at home. Sure, home will always have a special place in my heart and will always be the place I can go back to, the place where I feel comfortable to be myself. But nothing quite compares to having your own space and doing with said space whatever the hell you want. I even enjoy selecting my own shampoos, conditioners and shower gels instead of just using whatever's on the shelf. Is it sad to enjoy shopping for the necessities and scouring the isles for cleaning products, fabric softener and clothes hangers? Who knew such small things could bring such happiness. What I love most about our new flat is the mere 4 minute walk to work. 4 damn minutes. I can literally roll out of bed half an hour before a shift and be on time. Absolute bliss. The beach is only 2 minutes away, meaning I'm minutes away from the perfect sunset, and everything else is just so accessible. Having always lived in the suburbs with even the closest corner shop being a good 10 minute walk away, being so central is refreshing. Fiona the Flat looks set to be our home for the foreseeable future and she's already starting to feel like ours. Our little corner of the Earth in which to keep our belongings and make more memories.
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