I'm a Frickin' Adult!
Tomorrow it will have been one week since I moved into my own place. "My own" is kind of stretching it: I'm renting a room in someone's house. HOWEVER, and it's a big "however," I am no longer under the auspices of the housing agency that was my source of shelter for the last 4.5 years. No more staff checking up or checking in, no more ridiculous rules about incense and candles, no more hypersensitive smoke alarms that go off in the middle of the night if the shower creates too much steam, no more making my kids drive home late on a Saturday night because they're not allowed to stay over. I had mixed feelings, of course, about leaving. After all, I'd finally made the decision to break my own rule about not getting romantically involved with housemates - the heart wants what the heart wants - and started a relationship that I'd been thinking about (and talking myself out of) for a couple of years. Granted, most people don...