When I moved out of my family home, aged 18, I shared a ‘student’ house with another couple of equally poor students. I moved from there to yet another shared house, met my (now deceased ex) husband, moved in with him, and proceeded to have some kids.
The kids are now grown and have lives of their own, but whilst a couple of them were still living at home, I met and fell in love with a chap, and when the last kids finally moved out, we moved in together.
The Bloke and I have now parted ways, and I moved back to suburban Melbourne on the weekend. My dear daughter felt that I needed some ‘company’ after my move, so has stayed here with the grand-babies for the last couple of nights, bless her soul! She’s gone home now, thank OG!
But tonight, for the first time ever, I am living alone, in my own home!
And it feels quite nice, thankyewverymuch.