Moving Day

I got the keys to my new apartment yesterday at lunch.  My husband was really getting on my nerves all morning as I tried to work from home so as soon as I had my keys, I wheeled my desk and modem down to my new apartment and worked from there.  I felt so much peace and joy that afternoon as I enjoyed my new space and watched the trains go by.  

Then I cleaned the new place, did some grocery shopping and a few other small things to prepare for the big moving day today.

At one point I stopped back in the old apartment and took a moment to take off my shoes and rest my feet in my bedroom and it all hit me.  It really felt like I was leaving a piece of me behind as I made this move.  My husband had been at my side (either physically or in spirit) for the last two decades.  We had made countless moves together.  We generally worked really well together.  This time I was on my own.

To add to that, he confirmed that his attorney has filed the petition for divorce.  That's just one more step towards the finality of it all.

So in that moment, the tears flowed freely and I dialed my parents' number.  Just hearing their voices made the tears flow faster.

So this morning, I heard my husband start to go in and out of the apartment at about 4:00 a.m.  Clearly he couldn't sleep.  I got up about 6:00 a.m., stripped the bed and brought my sheets and a few things down to my new apartment to start laundry and have some breakfast as I watched the trains go by.   There are probably a few more things I should do before my friend gets here to help me with the move.  

I am so incredibly blessed with the people around me.  Whether it's manual labor, company, shopping, a distraction, an empathetic ear, a check in, etc., I have people to turn to.  So although a few more tears flowed as I typed this, I'm ready to face the day knowing I have support.