Making a new place, my place

I am sleeping in my new home tonight. Which feels slightly odd. But at the same time very good. I am usually feeling slightly queasy when spending a first night at a new place but for once I am actually just feeling very comfortable. Snuggled down in my jammies with a cup of tea, I really do feel home-y. I would not go as far as saying that I feel at home but I am getting there and the fact that I don't feel like running in the opposite direction at the thought of spending a first night at a new place really make me sort of proud of myself. I mean, it is kinda small, a tiny fridge, limited amount of surfaces to place things on and the floor is squeeky - massive wardrobe though - but I think I managed to make it mine (and not by just spreading my stuff all over - which I felt like doing). I actually took my time sorting through the things that I brought and looked over the area where I could put it, arranging it all very neatly. I surprised myself.

Also, I finally have my computer set up now. Which means that I won't have to try and write on my bastard phone anymore. My fingers are not made for writing on those tiny pads (unless you are okay with 90% of all the words being misspelled).

Tomorrow is the first driving lesson which means that I will have to do my absolute best in not running someone over. *fingers crossed* Then again, I will just have to think opposite of how I think when I drive back home, right??