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I recently moved out of my sheltered little farmhome in the middle of nowhere, and it's quite literally changed my whole perspective of life. If you have ever had the pleasure of finally having your own place, and took in the experience of moving all of your life's belongings into a completely new and strange place. You will know the feeling of having your life completely flipped inside out, upside down, and not even close to right side up again.
Basically I've always wanted to move asap from my toxic household, and I finally had my chance.
It was a day where I was fed up with my treatment in the one place I'm supposed to feel safe and comforted. A day to say the least just like any other day. On a whim, in the middle of grooming a dog, I decided to text and old friend in hopes she may need a roommate in a big city near me. As fate would have it she was about to reluctantly sign off on a one bedroom and I texted just in the nick of time!
I. Was. Ecstatic.
My family was not surprised in the least I wanted to get away for awhile...I would be 3 hours away, and despite how toxic. My family loves me. They worried but they let me go with no complaints. I knew I would have minimal connections in a fresh place, so, I had to make some.
I(being the dumbass that I am) decided that a month before I moved I would find a boyfriend... to tell the truth my infatuation with him disintegrated as soon as I realized the freedom I earned was slowly being eaten of by this man-child. We were two months in before I broke it off in pursuit of a ho season I've been desperately craving since I learned what sex was. Which is a story for another time... bad stories... god men suck sometimes :(
Fast forward a little after this "breakup" I was a wine connoisseur , roomies aunt had given her a full 20 bottles of wine.
We went crazy.
But don't worry this was combined with my urge to be healthy. Healthiest diet I've ever had personally+ gym 3x a week+ some glasses of wine everynight= healthy
Alas getting wine(pink whithney sometime) drunk one too many times, put me off of alchohal for a bit there.
Then it was weed, but its always been weed for me.
I had been blessed with a free supply-roomie- in exchange for grooming/taking care of her dog and other small favors.
It was the beginning of month 4 of living in my new space I realized, life didn't feel real.
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