My wonderful boyfriend who lives 16,000 km away flew home yesterday after two months of spending time with me. I didn't have to worry about anything for a while! It was great. Living out of hotels and AirBnBs meant that it was easy to keep my space tidy, food was mostly delivered or we got to work together to make it, and there was always someone to hold me accountable and keep me moving when I got "stuck" (thanks executive dysfunction!)

But now I'm back home to my sharehouse. It was easy to immediately set to work clearing out the fridge of all the expired stuff that the other housemates couldn't deal with, and easy enough to follow that up with "I've done something productive - now I'll finish reading my book." But I've done that, had a shower, and now I'm in that strange limbo of "I know I should do something else". There's just.. no one else to bounce my thoughts off, encourage me to get up, be proud of me when I'm done.

I know I can be sensible and start with literally what's in front of me, like cleaning my room. I know I can spend the daylight hours gardening. I know I can listen to my body and go "Hey, maybe you should make yourself some lunch. You're hungry." ...There's just been no follow-through. Until now, as I've finished writing this post and now I have the imaginary expectations of my audience. Goodbye!