Since the pandemic started, I've always felt like my days come in day in, day out with unbothered monotony. Moving to the province has given my mental health the much needed breather it craved while being choked up by the pandemic last year. For some reason, living in the city aggravated whatever it was that I was feeling--just made everything worse for some reason. Moving to a house. I have space, I have my plants, I have a bigger area for everything--work, sleep, hobbies pretty much everything. I even got a dog and she has all the space she needs to play around. I wake up pretty much the same time everyday, 6AM and get ready for the day ahead. I'm more exhausted compared to when. was living in a condo but not for nothing. Before 9AM hits, I've already taken care of my dog, cleaned the porch and the backyard, watered my plants, prepped breakfast and squeezed in a workout. 

It sounds dreamy but it's also a lot of work. Everytime I get frustrated with the amount of work it takes to maintain a house, I just go back to my core and tell myself this is exactly what I wanted. A quiet place to settle in, a huge space to take care of my plants and still have room for my hobbies, not to mention an enormous kitchen where I can buy all the ingredients and spices I want and have a place to put them in. But this place I also have to clean, keep pristine and liveable, maintain and regularly do repairs and upkeep-it's a ton and it's overwhelming. It needs a lot of adjustment but nothing my partner and I can't handle. I'm back in therapy and I putting a lot of effort working on my coping mechanisms--life is good. Life isn't steady but it's pretty good.