Today begins the first day of truly being on my own ever. I don't actually know how I feel. I'm kind of anxious to get the rest of it unpacked and set up how I like it. I'm on a little bit of a high from yesterday.
One friend in the morning was such amazing help in moving all the big stuff and putting things together. And she was such a supportive presence to have around.
Then yesterday evening I went out to dinner with two other colleagues and a sister of one of theirs. The laughter, conversation, and support around that table felt so incredibly good. And then one of them came back to see my new apartment and that great conversation just continued as I showed her around. The evening ended with talk about getting together again.
So sit here at the kitchen table my dad made drinking a cup of coffee and look around. I am surrounded by so many hand-made items from various family members and things that have meaning to me. I have managed to find space in this small studio for those things that are important to me. It's interesting that in looking at the material things I chose to take with me (at least those in my sightline), I don't really see anything that reminds me of my soon-to-be ex-husband. This space is really starting to feel like me.
So here's to more days in this next chapter of finding me as a solo person!
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