The Night Before Moving Day
Tomorrow I move into my own apartment. Tomorrow I will pack up and relocate all my things from “our” apartment into MY apartment.
In all honesty I thought I would be more excited about moving into my own place. The previous times I lived in my own apartment I loved it. And I’m sure in a few days or maybe weeks after all the dust of the break-up has settled, I will love it.
But now, today, and especially tonight, I just feel horrible. I’m sure a certain degree of it is the previous week of boozing every night with Blondie and Sweetie Pie and not getting nearly enough sleep, but I think it’s mostly that I know leaving BF is causing him a great deal of pain, and for reasons that I attempt to explain but I’m not sure he can understand, simply because he’s so sure of what he wants in life and I’m still trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing at all.
