My house

Finally, a house of my own! I thought I would feel like a new person or perhaps have some revelation, or perhaps die of shock....but none of these things happened. I moved in with a paltry few things, unpacked my clothes in over seven months on the road (somewhat!) had a couple of Pure Magic biscuits and watched the setting sun dazzle the spires of a Gurdwara. The feeling slowly sinks in...that I don't have to live with other people, see if they're available, be answerable to them, panic at the last moment cause there's nowhere to go...etc etc.
Obviously it still isn't a home like my previous house was one, but then I've been here only a couple of days. The main lock still throws me, and the local dogs want to know me better, but that's all right. I still have to work out the sun's trajectory vis a vis the house, whether there are any cats about that I can adopt, and what the faultlines are from which ants may one day emerge, but that's all right too.
You win some and you lose some. So while people drift away and I become used to not speaking for days on end, at least I have my house, and I love it.