Wherever I lay my cat...

Ok so I've moved. I haven't moved far and there's still an amount of stuff kicking about in the old place that I don't want to think about but most of what I own is here.

I think I'm going to miss having my own space. For all that my new flatmate is lovely I think I'm going to find my lifestyle noticeably shifted and I may have to negotiate some things but that's ok. I'm not sure why I spent the latter part of the afternoon and evening trying not to burst into tears. I'm making positive life changes, I had help from the ever obliging 10B and a lovely big new bedroom. I even had a spectacularly good curry for dinner prepared by my flatmate. For some reason though I'm miserable and I can't for the life of me work out why which is almost worse than being mopey in the first place.

Stupid hormones.