We’ve been in the house for almost a month now. I guess we must be fairly settled, cuz it feels much longer than that. I’m really happy here. I finally feel like there is room to move around. To actually do things rather than just sit amongst the clutter. My home, and by extension, my life doesn’t feel so cluttered anymore.

It’s been a wild three months. A major trip, Sean’s and my engagement, deciding we want to buy house, buying said house and moving into it. It hardly feels real. I turned 25 on August 31st, and I still feel like a goofy 17 year old most of the time. Albeit a 17 year old with credit cards and the ability to buy liquor, lottery tickets and porn. But I don’t feel as adult as my circumstances warrant, and I haven’t yet decided if that’s a good thing or not.

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