Made it to the new house in one piece. As predicted we did get a gift from the Real Estate Agent but thankfully it wasn't a bottle of champagne but a really nice wooden chopping board. I was ridiculously happy about that.
The new place is fabulous. The previous owners have told us that it was a "party house" in the 1960's.. not sure what that means exactly.
There's no denying it will be a great house for parties as it has a nice open layout and cool outdoor area. Maybe that's why I've had a few sad thoughts about the fact I won't be able to have any boozy parties here. Bloody annoying stupid bollocksy sad non-drinking pangs. I've had to bombard my brain with my usual kick-ass sober thoughts. They go like this….
"It's just bullshit to think I can't have fun without drinking"
"I can still have fun parties I just won't be boozing"
"It's irrelevant if I'm not drinking alcohol.. it only matters if I think it matters"
"No-one else cares if I'm drinking alcohol or not. What's more important is that I'm being smiley and happy and fun"
"And no-one else will care if I go back to my boozy, hungover, guilt-ridden, emotionally stunted ways - BUT I WILL YOU DICKHEAD NOW STOP FEELING GLUM ABOUT BEING SOBER!!!!!!"
That was me yelling at me.
The thing is I know that I'm having these sad sober thoughts because I'm exhausted and because I'm feeling a little unsettled from the move. Soon enough I'll be back in my happy state where I'm pottering about my life calmly not giving a flying fuck that I don't touch alcohol any more.
No - let me rephrase that…I'll soon be pottering about my life caring hugely that I am so strong and cool to have kicked a nasty drinking habit to the curb. That's more like it.
The new neighbours have invited us over for a BBQ tonight - very lovely and welcoming. I will go and be perky and prove to myself yet again that when it actually comes down to it and I'm in social situations I am more than happy being a non-drinker.
You know, it's funny.. I was emailing Lucy from A Hangover Free Life and told her I'd been having some pangs. I asked her if I should blog about them or not. She said "If you feel you should blog about it then do, I always find it really cathartic to dump it on the page and hit publish." And you know what, now that I've written this post I do feel better! She was right! THIS IS WHY I BLOG!!! (Note to self: stop yelling)
Love, Mrs D xxx
