Moving On

This week has been better. Nothing extraordinary by any means, but I definitely feel like everything is headed in a much more positive direction.

After all my bitching & moaning last week, I came to terms with the cards I’ve been dealt & made some decisions with my own best interest at heart. I refuse to be unhappy. I refuse to let myself wallow in misery. It’s not me. It’s not my style. It’s not who I am.

So I’m moving on.

& that’s my happy ending to this chapter in my life. It’s closed & I’m starting a new one. I’m moving on.

Since I split with my ex in September, I’ve been living in the house that we jointly own. I’ve been surrounded by his stuff & our memories. It’s been a constant reminder of what once was – the good & the bad & the ugly. Living there has been both emotionally & financially draining & I’ve decided to move out.

I signed the lease on my new apartment on Wednesday. I move at the end of the month. It’s a small one bedroom place close to my office & it’s exactly where I want to be.