Dear September
Dear September, You've come around quicker than I would have liked. That's not to say that I am unhappy to see you rather that I would have liked a bit more time before responsibility loomed over me again. It's hard being a semi-grown up. I've had to move out of the flat I have lived, nestled and hibernated in for the past 2 years to move on to new pastures. It's stressful but luckily with the help of a friend it was a little more bearable. Moving out was hard but moving in was harder. We had some bumps in the smooth road we expected but it's all sorted out now. All awkwardness melted away like the ridiculous amounts of ice that clung to the freezer drawers. Moving out ended a chapter in my life and as you probably know I am not good with moving on. I don't get that excited thrill but rather the urge to cling to the past and what kept me comforted. I don't like to be uncomfortable but it's something I'm going to have to get used to. I like my...