Pride

I am so proud of me right now.   So very proud.  I managed, on my own, to buy my own place.  I negotiated with the real estate (quite well may I add), managed my broker (don't be fooled, you've got to stay on top of them) and my solicitor (he's actually very good, old school, but very thorough).

I have spent the last 3 weeks packing, okay, in between melt downs, and planning my move before Christmas.  I have managed a full time job in between doing everything needed to buy a home.  I have tried to plan my trip home (one week after I move) to ensure everyone has presents and the week I am home is filled with love and laughter (not that presents constitute love and laughter but you get my drift, one has to be prepared.  By the way I have failed dismally at this.  Gift vouchers anyone??).

So tomorrow dawns a new day.  It is the day I move forward after an interesting two years?  I ask that as a question as I am still not sure I will get my shit together, but I will give it a damn good try.

2016 was nowhere near as hard as 2015.  Yet it presented its own challenges.  Most wo/man made (read, I created them).  I spent 10 moths "dating" someone and I use the term loosely, only to wake up at the end of 2016 still single (he found internet dating and social media, apparently it was far more interesting than I.  I know, it floored me as well..  I have to say that - it's called self preservation).  Am I sad.  Yes.  Is it going to define me in 2017?  No.

I am moving tomorrow, to my new home, just Lily Cat and I.  I am excited.  Scared.  Worried about being a responsible home owner who needs to shut her mouth at work in order to pay said home loan (save me, god give me strength) and most of all, scared I am going to be lonely.  That's not new - but lonely in a new place in new.

So cross your fingers for me.  This time tomorrow it is all over.  The moving that is.  The rest is all in front of me.

Ax

P.S. I miss you.