Moving on

Looking back at my posts, there is a theme about being more social, getting out there. Yet I have had this blog almost two years, and while a lot has changed, my residence, my lack of orthodontia, and how I express myself verbally, and I am still the same person on the social front.  I live in a rural community, peaceful but isolating. In June, I found out about a complex that my friend moved into. I had been thinking about moving out for a long time, but due to the costs of living in this area, and the lack of public transportation, it seemed out of my reach. I looked up this apartment complex and it seemed like a dream. Transportation is provided, and every resident has a personal care attendant. Though I manage on my own, a personal care attendant would be able to help with household tasks I struggle with. If I am not struggling, space in my brain can be occupied by other things. I had the tour, and the campus was beautiful. I visited my friend's apartment, which had a lot of room to move around and the bedroom was spacious. Next was the interview. It was comfortable and friendly, after which I was told to wait a few weeks for scheduling a home visit to answer any questions, and then I would hear about being added to the waiting list. This happened on Wednesday, and Friday afternoon before work, I received a call about my approval!
    I don't know when I will move in, but at the rate that everything went through, I believe it's sooner rather than later.  It's time. I know even with all these services, life won't be perfect. I'm not  looking for perfect, I'm looking for different. I need to learn what I like to do, learn how to cook with assistance, and become who I am supposed to be.