And so, here I am: house sold, moved into a new place, by myself once more. I finally got my cat back yesterday after half a month of being in a state of transition between the house and new apartment, bookending a trip to San Francisco.
I feel good. Good without qualifications. It's been longer than I care to admit since I felt like I had a home base where I could be comfortable and feel like it was mine. I never got to that point in the house, and and financial worries just exacerbated that feeling. But this apartment? It's mine. It's for me.
I can walk to work in 15 minutes, which is glorious, and it's exactly what I wanted. I can walk home after a gig, which is also tremendous.
I'm still living out of boxes to some degree and arranging my living space, but it's getting there. And I'm excited.
