Berrycakeness

It’s been just over a year since I realised “you will never make a fisherman – yes I will” mentality was not necessary anymore and I could indeed think about becoming a homeowner.

All the cares in the world shifted slightly, from will my rent increase at renewal to oh interest rates, I need to care about you now. I no longer have silverfish to deal with but now I have bathroom slugs (not recently but still in recent memory), too many varieties of spiders, some bastard flies (I’ve kept some spiders around for fly catching; hasn’t worked yet..I have somehow found the worlds laziest and satiated spiders). There’s also a mammal or two that defecates in the garden and something unidentified that is burrowing.

But this is what life is now. It’s called being an adult, apparently. Adulting, if you must.

So what has changed?

I care more about investing in my future than I did before, but still doing the bare minimum about it. I’ve taken the approach of sinking money into making my house feel like a home, which has worked.

I sometimes drink soft drinks in place of alcohol. I have done it a few times recently with much success, but still stayed up too late and felt groggy in the morning.

Wednesday nights have gone from “which pub should we go to”  to “which bins do I need to put out”. Although it can also be both if I bother to travel into the office. In my previous life, the bin went out when it was about to overflow, because the magic of apartment living is, every day is bin day.

Community means more to me again, the last time I felt like I was a part of a community was when I worked in libraries, so it’s nice to be a part of it by personal choice, not by profession. From litter picking to the book club and the odd pub quiz, I’ve become a local. Not the sinister type.

Having a garden is suddenly very important. Not just an outdoor space to sit in, but a fully fledged garden with herbs, vegetables and a canning station. Or outdoor kitchen. I’m being sensible by starting with a bbq, but we shall see where I end up.

What I have realised though is I have been an adult for a very long time, but what I was missing was the feeling of being settled. I now feel very settled, truly content and simply, happy. In less than a year I’ve turned my emotions on their head, and I couldn’t be more proud.

Not sure I can end the post there without being a little bit sick, so tldr:

I bought a house thinking I’d gain stability. Instead I inherited spiders, mystery poos, and a deep desire to have a perfect spice rack.

Peace out xoxo