I have got a new view out of my window…

I have left the attic behind and now I have a space of my own…. some space to call home… (?) Is it weird that I already feel like home??? I mean… I’ve only moved in a couple of hours ago… And so far I’ve spent all the time in my room… but it feels like home.

I know mother would argue that I was home already as her home is my home and all that, but I left my mother’s home when I was 16…

It feels weird to be alone… Well… relatively alone as I have rented a Bedsit and as so have to share the house with 5 other people… I’ve met 3 of them already and so far so good. They all seem to be nice people. One of them works for BP, one of them works at Heathrow and if I understood well the girl that greeted me last week is a ballet/jazz dancer or something like that…

New steps… Out of The Attic and into the blue… well.. grey as we haven’t really have constantly blue skies for a while.

Tonight is my first night in my new “home”… I’m happy… excited… anxious… terrified… free… There is more than that… just… all mixed up together… It fees good…

There’s a lot I need to learn again… and a lot I need to do… But somehow I know everything will be alright…

By the Way… I like my the new view out of my window…