I’m getting the keys for my new house today. The house is beautiful, the area is lovely. I am privileged. Im fortunate to have safe housing. I’m so excited and terrified. I get out and way from the house maybe three times per week. Moving my safe space feels like being on a precipice. Mr carer and support team are assisting me making careful transition plans. Sometimes I just break down and weep at the prospect. I try just to think of just the next step. The whole thing is risky.