In December 2014, I moved my entire life around.
I moved into a studio apartment in central London and worked on freelance projects in the city.
Then, last December, my new boss invited me to move in with him for the first time in my life.
I had spent three months living in his flat, and it felt so right to share it with my friends.
In the space of two months, my life has changed dramatically.
I’ve become a much more independent person.
I no longer work from home and have no intention of ever doing so again.
I am now living in a two-bedroom flat, which is the size of a football field, which, while technically smaller than my studio apartment, is still spacious enough to have plenty of room to walk around and take in everything in my neighbourhood.
In my new apartment, I no long live in the same space as my co-workers.
I have moved out of the way and moved into the space that I can afford to live in.
I’m so excited.
But, at the same time, I have a lot of work to do to get myself to a place where I can actually get the goods I need.
And I can’t wait to get back into my studio to work on the next project.
The new apartment has a few perks, but it doesn’t do enough to replace the rent that I’ve already paid.
If you like what you read, you can follow the team at New Scientist on Twitter, subscribe to their newsletter, or sign up for their free daily newsletter.