I think maybe life is going to be okay–maybe not exactly to plan, and definitely with countless hurdles along the way–but maybe living will one day be a little bit more than a chore. It’s March and my partner, two of our friends, and I have started looking at houses and emailing the people that sell them. We didn’t think we needed to start looking at houses until now because we wouldn’t move in until August, but it seems that all the other people renting properties next year have already found their places and put deposits down. I really cannot wait for next year, having a larger room again and a regular-sized fridge and living with three people that I love and not five I barely know. I’m not sure yet if I’m going to get a part-time job but the amount I’m living on is hard to manage and it would be nice to actually be able to save for stuff.
I’m going to really try to write more, in my diary, on my blog, and hopefully start writing a book. I can’t dream of being a novelist and never actually write one, so I shall begin. Maybe I’m kidding myself, but I feel like next year when I’m in a comfortable space, things will be a lot better.
I also need to read more. I used to demolish books as a kid and early teen but the last few years I feel like reading never fits in anywhere. Fortunately I’ve downloaded many audio books because I’ve been finding them easier to process, I guess due to the passive nature of listening to audio.
I’m currently waiting for a takeaway which I slightly regret ordering due to the lack of money I actually have. ♦