My neighbour came in to say goodbye this evening and we both ended up in tears. I suck at letting things go. So, with a sense of profound self-congratulation for having the foresight not to pack the gin, I’m spending my last night in my house toasting the memories and making a list move-related of things for which I’m grateful:
- I’m grateful I’ve had the opportunity to live on my own. There was a time when I didn’t think I’d get a chance to do this, and it’s been wonderfully liberating.
- I’m grateful I now have the chance to reacclimatize to sharing my living space. By one’s thirties, old habits become ingrained and I think it’s a good idea to get used to having to compromise on bathroom times and laundry regimens before I become irrevocably set in my ways.
- I’m grateful that I have the means to follow my dream. I’ll never stop being grateful for this.
- I’m grateful that I have the world’s most supportive mother. I know she’s nervous about this too; I’m not the only person giving up my solitude and independence in this equation. We’re both used to doing things our own way, and I’m so, so lucky that she has a big enough heart to make room for me in her home. She didn’t have to do this. She’s amazing.
- I’m grateful for my stubbornness. I’m shit-scared right now, but I’m not backing down.
- I’m grateful for the fact that I have not yet managed to purchase a house, acquire a husband, or birth a child. I’m not saying this grand adventure would be impossible with any combination of the above, only that it’d be much more complicated.
- I’m grateful for all the support I have and for all the people who’ve said the most wonderful and encouraging things to me. I’m grateful for the folks who don’t understand the decision but who understand that I have to make it. And I’m grateful for the people who have just wholeheartedly, unequivocally, and without hesitation, simply told me to go for it.
- I’m grateful for the fact that I will now be obliged to eat proper grown-up food like an adult, instead of noodles, microwave meals and toast like an adolescent. That can’t hurt.
- I’m grateful for the years I had in this house and all the memories.
- I’m grateful for the gin. Yeah - I'm very grateful for the gin.
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