I moved job.
I changed partner. (Her observations will feature in this blog, as often they are both hilariously true and scarily insightful.)
And I moved house.
The last bit is the biggest bit of news. I have lived on my own before, and for some Aspies it is a huge achievement, something some community nurses strive to achieve as an end goal to give an Aspie some sense of independence and freedom.
I have never successfully lived on my own before. As discussed previously, success can be measured by many different yard sticks, and I suppose that by some degree, simply being an Aspie living on my own is a success. However, to quote the aforementioned partner out of context: are you reconsidering acting like a functioning person.
Yes. Yes I am.
Previously while living anywhere, my living quarters has devolved into a pile of unwashed clothes and takeaway food cartons surrounding a bed made with sheets that didn't know what the inside of a washing machine looked like.
When I started my blog, I was house sharing with two guys and living in a variant of the aforementioned mess. I can now proudly say that I have moved into a two bed apartment, one room for sleeping, the other for reading/doing office work/having guests stay (now if only I had friends), and it's been relatively mess free for an entire month.
Achievement unlocked, living like an adult.
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