As of Wednesday I will be living on my own for the first time in my life.... damn it. Yep that's right I have classic Peter Pan syndrome and wanted nothing more than my mother to take care of me forever.
Unfortunately though we recently found out that my mother has a tumor and so when her boyfriend suggested her moving in with him so he look after her I supported this and decided to finally move out. Don't get me wrong though I'd been looking forward to standing on my own two feet for years... until I remember all of the responsibilities this entails, ugh.
The place that I'm moving into is a house-share rented to me by a live-in landlord who seams really nice. The thing is though there is another room next to mine and I have yet to meet the individual who's going to be moving in there. All I know about her is that she's moving in on the 18th and she works on a shift rota. God I hope she's not a b*tch.
My rooms starting to look more and more bare but I'm glad that I've finally managed to paint the walls back.... By the way what dumb tw*t though it was a good idea to paint the walls bright red. *coughs and looks around to find someone to pin it on
