If it's not a "HELL YES!" it's a "Why Not?"
The Muse Letter No. 67
At the end of this month I will live in my fourth flat in Edinburgh. In three hours my partner will show up at my house with a friend to help me move the big stuff. I came to Edinburgh two and a half years ago with a suitcase. Now I am surrounded by a large wooden shelf and several bags and boxes. The dining table I bought at the beginning of this year will be sold again. The wall that I accidentally ruined with brown parcel tape and then tried to cover up with a coat of white paint that my dad called “there are worse walls in this world” but my landlady insisted on having professionally painted again, I will have to pay for.
These are the facts of me moving to the new place.
The results of a decision that I made a couple of weeks ago, when my partner asked me to move in with him.
“Some people are thriving with change. They think it’s exciting. I don’t understand that. I am anxious and constipated.” My friend told me a month ago, about to move to another country. And I told her how I had a huge panic attack three years ago the night before I got my dog Filou. How I was worried that “the dog” would ruin my life! How this decision that I made was utterly irresponsible and “Did I even want a dog? Like really?”