White feather

With everything that is going on it is quite hard to stay positive. Last week, I started my first full week of isolation as per the guidelines. I was working from a room I rented in London. I liked where I lived, it was affordable and close to work. It was in Brixton but I didn't feel unsafe there. There were some crazy characters there but I enjoyed it. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't perfect but I didn't mind staying there. There were things that got on my nerves like many places do when you rent somewhere. However, I rented a room which I didn't think would be a problem. I was ok with the set up until I found something more suitable for me was my plan. That was until coronavirus hit.

Renting a room while self isolating meant that I had to live, work, sleep and eat all in the same room. I could use the kitchen to cook when it wasn't being used. I couldn't use the living room (this was always off limits) but I didn't realise this until after I had moved in. I asked if I could use a spare room as an office as I would be working from home. I was told no in case people came to stay. There were some alternative suggestions however, none of these were feasible. I had bought myself a desk and chair so I didn't have to work on my bed which was bad for my back. However, the realisation kicked in on day one of isolation of what my life would be like, living, sleeping, eating and working all from the same room and no social contact. Don't get me wrong, I am an introvert and I like my own space and enjoy being on my own so I really did see the plus points of this. I had had various offers from family members to stay with them as they had the space and meant I could work in either a different room or whatever and I was very indecisive about the whole thing but after day one of working from home my mind was made up. I was out of there.

I gave notice on my room and arranged moving out completely. I moved fast as I knew things were changing with the guidelines from the government and I needed to get my stuff out of there. So back I went to my family and have been staying with them ever since and it was the best decision I had made for myself. I was around people that knew me. People that loved and cared about me. The day after I moved, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I felt so much better. I was happy.

Since I have moved, whenever I go out of the house for my daily walk I always see a white feather. Now a white feather, to some people means it is a sign from the angels. For me this has meant a lot as it has shown me that I have made the right choice. As a sufferer of anxiety and having the space in a house to roam around has honestly been all that I needed and the white feathers are a sign that I made the right choice. I would certainly be going stir crazy in my room that I rented in London by now.

I am very appreciative of where I am now and I am very lucky that I even had this choice. I am grateful that I had a choice and I am so thankful that I decided to join them mentally and emotionally as well as physically. I keep looking for my white feathers to guide me in future endeavours.