I'm at home for the moment. I had a meeting on this side of town and figured she'd be at work and I'd just drop in and see the place and say hello to the animals.
The apartment is becoming empited out. I laid on the bed that I've slept in so many nights these past five years and just stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes thinking about how everything has changed. I see to do lists lying around of things that need to be sold, things that need to be given away, and a ticket confirmation for a one way flight to Boston.
Right now I want some comfort and some familiarity. I want my own bed that I can come home and rest in. I want to wake up in the morning and feel like I've got the rest of my life to look forward to but damn, these wounds are still fresh.
I've never really said anything too bad about her around here, and I still won't. I know some of you have met her and I hope that nothing I say will be construed negatively. But ultimately, I wasn't in love with her any more. We'd been just roommates for a very long time, growing steadily apart. The differences between us were bigger than the compromises I was willing to make, and, so, as difficult as it was I felt I had to end the relationship with my best firend in the world. I'm not sure that it was the right decision but it was the best decision.
I want to just fast forward a few months when I know I'll be feeling better. In the mean time, twelve more days left on the couch tour. Then another two weeks after that to find a new roommate. And then I think I'll have some semblance of normalcy back in my life.
The apartment is becoming empited out. I laid on the bed that I've slept in so many nights these past five years and just stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes thinking about how everything has changed. I see to do lists lying around of things that need to be sold, things that need to be given away, and a ticket confirmation for a one way flight to Boston.
Right now I want some comfort and some familiarity. I want my own bed that I can come home and rest in. I want to wake up in the morning and feel like I've got the rest of my life to look forward to but damn, these wounds are still fresh.
I've never really said anything too bad about her around here, and I still won't. I know some of you have met her and I hope that nothing I say will be construed negatively. But ultimately, I wasn't in love with her any more. We'd been just roommates for a very long time, growing steadily apart. The differences between us were bigger than the compromises I was willing to make, and, so, as difficult as it was I felt I had to end the relationship with my best firend in the world. I'm not sure that it was the right decision but it was the best decision.
I want to just fast forward a few months when I know I'll be feeling better. In the mean time, twelve more days left on the couch tour. Then another two weeks after that to find a new roommate. And then I think I'll have some semblance of normalcy back in my life.
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So does sushi.
I'm gald you got to stare at the ceiling for a bit. You need some silence, maybe. You also know you have a peaceful getaway further south when you need it.