I’m nearly 30, single and back at home with mummy. I shouldn’t be here, I know that – but here we are. I may talk about why in the future.
Half a houseworth (which should be a measurement) and a whole garageload (read “shitload”) of it to be precise. All strewn around my poor mother’s house.
The back room is entirely off limits till further notice and the house is a tip, which I feel awful about, but Mother did say to not rent a garage as we’re getting a shed built.
Of course, until the new shed is built the house is an utter disgrace entirely because of me.
Well not ENTIRELY (no really…again, I may talk about this in the future), but it is all my stuff and I currently don’t feel like slinging the mud any more than is has already been.
I’m going to be back at home for at least two years while I save enough up to get a house by myself. Unfortunately it might have to be three or four, to get a good deposit. Oh well.
So no more house or man cave. Like they were even mine anyway, the house is where I slept, the man cave is where my stuff was allowed to be, and that I was never allowed to go through, sort and sell.
WELL GUESS WHAT?
Finally I can start to get my life together without meddling. Without sabotaging.
Watch this fucking space, I know you will. Heh. This is going to be fun.