It's recently struck me that it's been a long time since I've had some semblance of order in my life.
It's been a long time since I've lived somewhere and wanted to be settled, but I'm finally hitting a point now where I'd like to be settled. My flat's pretty great and I'm just about to upheave my job, so last night I completely rearranged my room into something more... comfortable.
Call it nesting (which is probably what it is), but if other parts of my life are going to potentially fall to crap in the next two months, I at least want a room I'm happy and comfortable in, that makes me feel like I have a safe place.
Next up is to sort out the huge pile of papers I found while I cleaned and rearranged. Then to sell large piles of textbooks and books I have no use for on TradeMe.
On top of this I've got numerous miscellaneous jobs to take care of. One of which was to quit the gym. I haven't actually been in 3 months and in the 15 months I have been a member, I've gone 55 times, which works out at about $20/visit. It's just not working for me and thus, I've left.
It's just the beginning. I'm determined that when I look back at my life in 2020 I can say I achieved a lot more than I did in the last decade. The last decade has been about growing up and finding my feet. I'm now grown and on my feet, time to use them and walk forward.