It’s been six weeks since I moved from home

I think I have growing pains from all the personal development that I’m experiencing. I’ve never lived on my own. Never. I grew up with my family, lived with friends, created my own family. And at the age of 43 it was finally time for me to fly the nest, to leave my kiddos who are such amazing men, independent and taking on the world. They’ve been my security for so long that I need to discover myself, who I am and how I am in the big big world. And I’ve discovered so much in the last six weeks.

I find myself giving no fucks about keeping the fridge stocked. I walk around the apartment naked. I meditate but yoga hasn’t really materialised. I enjoy just hanging out at home. Limited need to socialise and go out. I enjoy my own company. My speaker and my blender are my best investments so far.

I love love love my apartment. I found my match, bohemian and regal. In my quest to have something living to take care of I’ve created a garden on my veranda of potted plants that bring me so much joy. It’s one of my daily highlights, tending to my garden. And so far all the plants are still thriving (I’ve never been good at keeping plants alive so this is a major confidence boost). Can’t wait to make more self-discoveries. I might just surprise myself.