Moved but unmoved

My 27th birthday today, and the first morning waking up living in the new unit. Happy birthday to me… ah… solitude. At least I don’t have any reason anymore for feeling guilty for wanting to acknowledge my birthday.

Moved out from where I was living with two JW former-friends after they gave me the ultimatum that I could not live there if I did not believe their religion anymore. (I hadn’t gone to a JW meeting for about 3 months by this point; it wasn’t like I was greatly missed. There were a limited few sincere people who had least cared enough to ask how I was.) At least they were kind enough to help me move out, but only until my furniture was unloaded.