So after two weeks after moving this is only my second day where I got to wake up and go to sleep in my apartment without having to leave my neighborhood. I cooked, I cleaned, did laundry, I ran, I climbed, and I read a bit. It’s really mundane, but it kind of makes me happy that I’m doing it all for myself. In a lot of ways that’s the big thing that I’ve been missing. I had no reason to do this stuff on my own. I was getting older, but didn’t feel like an adult because I had zero responsibility. There will be hard days, weeks, or months ahead of me, and I’m sure plenty of times when I’ll totally lose sight of how I feel right now, but for now I’m just content on doing what I’m doing and seeing where life takes me.
