On day 17 my flat was flooded, and I've been living in and out of hotels, living with no plaster on my walls, no carpets, heating on and dehumidifiers screaming in my ears for the last 7 weeks.
I refused to cave in. Yesterday i completed two months, and as a surprise found out my flat is dry. I can now start to move everything back in.
Now that ive stopped smoking, ive convinced myself i will no longer need it, and have comitted my smoking money towards monthly payments for a car.
Its taken two months to realise im finally done.
The final nail in the smoking coffin. The money has been committed to a car
Its funny, i'd still like a ciggie. But the longer you go without one the clearer my head becomes.
I cant, and never will go back. And im better for it.