It's almost two weeks since I moved into my first own place. I'm actually happy here! Everyone I've met from my building is nice, and it appears to be an ada building with everyone considerably older than me. There are emergency pulls in the main room and the bathroom of my efficiency. I go for walks regularly, because I'm in a great area. I make the short trip to the gym several times during the week. I'm eating mostly healthy and sleeping very well. I've started doing things I wanted to do for ever so long like watch the "loud" or "rude" shows my prior places prohibited. I haven't picked it up yet, but I'm getting furniture so I'll be off the floor, but that doesn't bother me. Spring weather, when it peeks in for a bit here between snows anyway, has been exquisite and the old gardens are lovely. I really missed this town. Ages ago, my then wife worked downtown here and I used to go wander around for hours sometimes. I'm going to the library at least twice weekly where I can be near people.
I did go up and help my parents one day this week and it was good that it was a visit and not a stay over.
I am having one temptation that I've been avoiding. I haven't and don't intend to, but there's a draw towards drinking that I certainly cannot deny the presence of. But, when I see a guy I've known since we were children and he's usually drunk and is homeless, I'm usually reminded why I shouldn't drink.