Moving out! FINGERS CROSSED. Signing a tenancy agreement later today on a 1-bed place. In just over a year I've gone from feeling like life was ending. The end of a 7 year relationship with the other parent of my child. Moved out and in with a friend and their two kids. And now I'm moving out again, this time into a small flat with a little garden that will be just OURS. That is, mine, my kid's, and my partner's. After this place, hopefully I'll be in a position to rent a place where kiddo can have their own bedroom, but for now i'll soak up these extra months of night time cuddles and extra close proximity. My partner will live there 2-3 days a week, my kid 3-4 days a week, and I'll be there full time for the most part, but also stay over at my partner's with them and their two wonderful kids, too, sometimes. We're doing it. Viewed the place this morning and it felt so right. Nothing grand but it can be a home for sure. So excited for us to all put our touches on it, pick out some 2nd hand furniture and put up some art n photos. Maybe a trampoline in the garden for kiddo. A safe, stable, calm, love-filled, blendy home. Here we go.













