So, subject to a few final checks, it looks as though I’m going to be moving into a flat of my very own for a while. I am unbelievably excited about this, even though I will miss living with my best friend and will likely face financial destitution. Why so excited then? Because I’ve always wanted my own space. I’ve always wanted the chance to sit quietly and know that no one is going to interrupt me and I can slip and slide into a make-believe world safe in the knowledge it isn’t about be to shattered by a well-meaning friend, flatmate or family member.
Living with my friend has been great in many ways, but I’ve got to the point where I have to make the most of the free time I’ve got while I can. Also, one of these days Ink and I will think about living together and I’d really like to grab this chance to live alone first – I’ve wanted to ever since I first left home almost 10 years ago after all (10 years? Holy shit).
I’ve found the perfect flat, and even though it’s really expensive I can just afford it (thanks copy-job I moan about all the time). And, Ink and I talked about the fact that I’d happily spend that much extra money on a holiday or trip around the world without complaint, it’s just that finding the time and space to write is my priority right now. Wow, I’m nervous already. 😀