Another new start in life. It is incredible how many fit in one life and I am not even half-way through yet. It should get easier with practice: packing up your possessions, moving to a new flat and a new area, trying to figure out what's left of your life when the one person you put in the middle of it is gone.

I always build too much on my partner. Being an introvert I don't feel a need for that many people in my day-to-day life, and tend to try and get by with just the one. It never works, evidently. I did slightly better this time, I had learned something and hang on to a couple of friends, picked up hobbies and a created a some sort of a life of my own. But here, at home, it is just me. And it is a new home, which so far feels like a prison holding me back from getting to my real home, a place I am struggling to believe is now gone. I will never go back and someone else is living there now.

So this journal is for me to not be alone at home; to keep me from desperately looking out for someone, anyone to share the home with. This is a place where I can talk about my day and share what I've been reading and watching and thinking without forcing another relationship to happen just for company. Internet, you are my company now. Ha!