Lesson Learned

Wanting to move out of Dalmeny: good idea
Moving into a house you didn't realize was a hovel because you were desperate to move out of Dalmeny: bad idea
What I should have done: when going to check out the house and meet the people, I should have brought flashcards with cleaning products on them. If they didn't know what each one was used for, how to use it, or answered too slowly, I should have walked away. Lesson learned.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'll be able to breathe. I just have to get through the next month and then I'll have a new place and a new roommate (note: singular roommate, not 4) who likes things to be as clean as I do. We also have "other" similarities, so this will be the first time ever where I cannot bullshit my way out of the kitchen, and neither can she. This scares the shit out of me, but I think that's a good thing. Forced honesty is still honesty, and it's kind of comforting to know you CAN be honest without being judged. On one hand, you feel exposed and vulnerable, on the other, it's liberating to run around naked (figuratively, of course).

While things are up in the air on the somatic front and I'm still sorting out things in my head,
other aspects are looking up :) Is it strange I suddenly have the urge to use an excessive amount of exclamation marks?! I'm just so relieved to be moving! Moving to a clean place! To a clean place with a reeeeeally nice, considerate, caring roommate!

Sigh of relief and impatience...

Soon my year-long experiment in immersion therapy will be done, and I will have survived!