Moving on up. Moving on out.

If you follow me on Insta you will have seen I’ve spent the last week packing (and if you don’t follow me on Insta – kindly reassess your situation. Do it! @stylishlsober. Many thanks).

Packing, to move out of my gorgeous 1 bedroom flat that I purchased 4 years ago. A flat that I somehow managed to buy at the worst point of my addiction and thank goodness I loved it when I came too because I sure as hell do not remember signed those papers.

In the words of the iconic M People (kinda), I’m moving on up, moving on out… into a house with my new partner and his kids. It’s a huge step and without sugar coating it, a bloody scary one. My flat has been my safe-haven my bubble, for me and Ted throughout my sobriety.


At my worst, my flat was the place I would retreat to when I couldn’t face the outside world. It was the place I would ‘drink safely’ so I didn’t hurt or embarrass anyone. It was the place where my pal Ted was, he was the only thing I looked after during my drinking days, when I couldn’t even look after myself. On a lighter note – in my sobriety, my flat is the place I would have friends over for dinner, family round for coffee and the place there has been a lot of laughter in. It’s the place I use as a refuge, a sanctuary, to meditate, to chill, to look after myself and watch trash TV in. When I close the door I can shut myself off from the rest of the world and just focus on positive energy. It’s the place Ted knows as home.


But after 4 years, I’ve grown, not only in terms of the amount of clothes, shoes and general junk I own but as a person. It’s time to move on, it’s time to look towards the future. Part of that is moving out of the first flat I’ve bought and renting my first house. I will be an actual landlord for the first time. I will have to share my space again, not only with a man (ew) but with children too. I’m going to have to be a grown up and Ted’s going to have to learn to share attention (not sure which will be tougher).

I’m super excited about the next chapter, and looking forward to the future. But I’m also  grateful for the last chapter and won’t ever forget how far my journey has taken me…

Love Katie


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