(Also oh my god the way I cackled at this, thank you I needed this today)

I KNEW IT! Oh my gosh I gotta get into recreational relocation

Therapist made a point of reminding me that moving house is one of the most stressful/destabilising things a person can do and this applies to everyone no matter their circumstances. Sounds fake tbh. Lies to make me feel better about being an angsty little creature about it.

So embarrassing to own stuff tbh. All “here’s a bunch of material goods that are the sum total of my existence I guess. If anything breaks I’ll cry”

While this is unrelated, I am moving house in literally two days and completely maxed out on stress/chaos already so an added element of "oh shit oh shit oh shit" is not a welcome ingredient in this moment

Back of the bus filled with smoke while the driver was making sure we all got off safely. Was right next to a bus depot so hopefully a convenient spot to resolve swiftly. Haven’t heard any ‘splosions since so fingers crossed it remained a relatively un dramatic situation

My bus home’s engine caught on fire two stops away from my house, the curse continues.

She has returned to her usual corner as of this morning so I hope she has recognised the overstep and we can return to harmonious living

She also looks like she might be a false widow. I'm sure she isn't, and even if she was I know she won't bite unless she's in contact and feels threatened, but it's an extra layer of concern.

And like, if she waits another couple of weeks I'll be gone (moving house not like...something darksided) and the room will be hers. How do I negotiate her back to a comfy cosy corner instead of the current, untenable, Damocles situation she has chosen?

I have grown fond of her but this feels like a breach of trust. I am trying to characterise this as her just wishing to be close to her benevolent host. But I now live in fear of her jumping down to spook me.