Back to me-ing?

I don't suppose I mentioned that I was moving in with three male housemates. It's quite different than having one female roommate. I am still getting used to the frequency of dishes/pots/pans left in the kitchen and finding my mail in a variety of possible places upstairs or downstairs. And there is a big "mouse" who finds baked goods and left over delicious dinners and I have to stay on my toes. I think this is a character building experience to say the least.

In the meantime, I noticed that my processing in therapy has been impacted by my adjustment to these changes. I didn't really anticipate that it would, but in hindsight it makes a lot of sense. To figure out so much and to feel it slip away is no good, and I won't let it happen.

Walks in the fallen leaves while holding hands help steady my foundation. I love the fall!