I moved out of my family home... Or more like I escaped my mother

It's finally over, I and my boyfriend had been planning this since April. We are finally together and far away from her

Living with my mother wasn't a pleasant experience, maybe even words "traumatic" or "crippling" describe that part of my life well. And yet all my memories feel like a bad dream, like they arent even real, like I woke up from a very long coma. Even tho its been only a week I already feel like our new place has been my home for years and I just need time to rediscover it. I have no idea what is my brain trying to do lol

I'm slowly getting used to my new life. There's a lot of work awaiting me. I still dont feel really good, but I hope it will get better soon