.......and not sure how to say it. I've found an apartment. I really like it. It is in the town about 20 minutes from I live at the moment. It's clean, quiet, well taken care of, and they allow pets! I guess the other positive in this is I can afford it. It has been quite an emotional week. I'm not sure how to talk with him. I keep asking if he is ok. Can I do that? Would it be alright if I did this? We are working on a new way to talk each. Let us just suffice it to say, it is a work in progress.
All sorts of things keep circling in my mind. I'm going to have to figure out the oven. It may have other uses besides holding pans and pots. I need larger boxes for my shoes. The ones I have now simply will not do. I knew I had a lot of shoes, but now that I'm going through everything, the number is a bit a overwhelming. I've done a lot of packing. My life is all scattered around the apartment in various boxes. Who knew you could pack up seven years of stuff and memories.
There will be a period of adjustment for both of us. I find I am still saying things like, "we did that...". I've been a part of a couple for so long, I'm not sure how to work the "I" into conversations yet.
During this entire traumatic and bizarre experience, I've noticed that I have a lot of really great friends. I knew they were great before, but this is just so comforting. They don't judge. They just listen and over me reassurances that everything is going to be ok. I am a strong person. I can do anything!
I'm in a much better mental state compared to last week end. I'm very proud of myself. There is a long way to go, but I'm confident that everything will work out in the end. Looks like I am at the start of another adventure.
I hope you all have awesome plans for the week end, even if these plans include laundry and unwinding. I'm going to watch Life On Mars (UK version) and figure out how to pack some more bizarre items I have accumulated over the years. It's a good thing I have such a large stash. Yarn makes for wonderful packing supplies.