Moving on

I've finally found a place to live! It's all worked out rather well. I went and had a chat with my flatmate this morning and we have nicely convergent personalities. she's a little older than me and is a relaxed and most pleasant person. It's still a flat which wasn't the plan but it *is* a two bedroom place so a bit more spacious and I'm inclined to go with the promising cohabitant rather worry about the actual place which is perfectly satisfactory.

I shall miss this place. It was where I properly became me and apart from the killer rent was a really good place to settle and metamorphose. It was always going to be a transitional thing though and it's very much time to move on. Now to sort out all the things that go with moving. I need to tell my real estate agent, start packing, tell all and sundry about my new address (in Balaclava), organise a mail redirection and do all the other tedious stuff that goes with moving. Hopefully this will be a long term thing. The person I'm moving in with has been there five years and has no intention of moving any time soon so all things being equal I hope to be able to stay there until and unless I find a really compelling reason to move on.

Another part of getting on with life...I'm feeling optimistic.