Mum's The Word!

Okay, so two weeks ago I did something I never thought I'd see myself doing. I moved back to my mums.

My nan is selling the house I rent from her, so I had two options. Find a little flat to rent...or go back to mums and save for somewhere to buy. I chose the latter, and don't mind admitting I was scared stiff!

Don't get me wrong, it means I can pay off those pesky credit cards, and get myself on an even footing again, but it's been 13 years since I left home! On top of that, mum has only been married to her hubbie for five minutes...talk about gatecrashing their honeymoon period!

Having been moved back now for two weeks I realise there wasn't much to be scared of really. We're pretty much ships that pass in the night, and I haven't felt claustrophobic or uncomfortable at all. My mum does have a habit of leaving messages for me on the fridge with magnetic letters...which would be fine if they weren't messages which the guy I'm seeing can read when he stops over...such as "practice safe sex Natz!" and such like, but that's mum and that's her sense of humour!

I'm starting to feel the obvious benefits of living cheaply which feels great and has allowed me to relax quite a bit, and that's no mean feat giving that my divorce is now going through so obviously that should normally be a stressful time, but the money I'm saving is going to help me afford it, which relieves some of the stress. I'm also reaping the benefits of having access to a free home gym and have shifted a good 4lbs since moving home (bonus!). Its not like being a kid all over again. I don't get my meals cooked for me, or my cleaning done for me, but its safe, comfortable, and for a little while at least...its home :)