Ever since I’ve moved into this apartment, I’ve had to cope with not having my furniture. It’ll be arriving roughly a week after my next paycheck (which was the earliest I could afford moving my belongings cross-country), and so I’m looking at about another two weeks of intimacy with the floor.

I think that if it had been even six months ago, I would have grumbled every time I sat down, groaned every time I got up, and complained about it quite a lot.

It certainly isn’t the most comfortable situation, but compared to all the places I could be right now if I hadn’t made the decisions I did…

It’s better than being homeless.
It’s better than working at my last job.
It’s better than living with my ex.
It’s better than living with my last roommate.
It’s better than living with my family.

Overall, the move to Denver was a HUGE win for me… I’m settling into the land, as it were. I’m feeling connected like I haven’t before. I’m not self-isolating nearly as much. I’m not self-attacking nearly as much. My friends help me immensely, and I help them.

I like my job! I’m in therapy! I’m starting to think–nay, feel–more and more what it is that I want.

I have Joy in my heart, for the first time in my life.

If I have to sit on the floor for a month to get what I want, that’s exactly what I will do.

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