by Cayenne on September 18th, 2011, 2:43 am
I won round two of cookie wars. Chaos just stared longingly, and got not a crumb. Didn't even get to lick the bowl. He was devastated.
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I realized a significant milestone today: it has been one year today, September 17, 2011, that I moved out and into my own house.
I'd like to think that over the last year, despite all the twists and turns, stresses and complications, literal blood, sweat, and tears, I have learned a lot and grown a lot.
I am so thankful that I am not only surviving on my own, but I am thriving, and I am much, much happier pottering around my own house doing the chores, learning to fix things, playing with food, cuddling with my own dogs, being able to do what I want when I want to. I keep my own hours - if I want to go to bed late, I can go to bed late. No one else decides what's on the TV or how loud it is playing - that's all me. No one else decides what's for dinner, or what comes in and out of the house. Its all me.
My only regret is that my library is still not done - the futon is still in the box, and there are boxes of things everywhere, and I still have about six boxes of nicknacks to put away and hang up. It took me almost 10 months or so to iron and hang up the sheer curtains in my bedroom, and I only did it because I was so irritated and frustrated that if I did any mod-posting that night I would have one-post-killed each and every PC in the threads out of sheer bad-mood-y-ness. But once I got out my grandmother's iron and her ironing board and got started, I got into this weird meditation and remembered doing her ironing with her when she and Gramps were going to a dance, or when Gramps had jury duty, or they had a party to go to.
It's always the little things.
But it's been one hell of a year, and quite a ride.... and here's to decades more.