So it’s done, or as done as it gets till Thursday. I’ve been up at 5:30, putting my life and belongings into boxes.
Leaving is going to be hard. This place holds memories, good and bad.
It was my first taste of real freedom. The first time I lived alone, the first place I submitted to Sir.
It was also the place I’ve been trapped, literally and figuratively. I weathered hurricanes and blizzards. I’ve dealt with my ex, his crap and miscarried my twins here.
I think it’s time to leave those ghosts behind and finally have a life.
There’s been parties and celebrations. Even the day I moved In, at least 10 friends helped me unpack and set up. We drank and talked until the sun came up.
But now all alone, I’ll leave. A chapter of my life finished.
I came in here, sick. Depressed, horrible job, Uncared for by …..me. Now I’m going, rebuilt, confident and happy.
This was what I needed, when I needed it, but I’m ready for more.
Even with the boxes packed I don’t think the finality has hit. I’m sure there will be tears, but good ones.