Today, I am almost settled in my new apartment.
We have been separated for over a year. Then a couple months ago, we agreed for us to put the house up for sale. It sold in 2 days, so finally moved to a little apartment with the 2 kids (DS18, DD14).
I went back to the house early this morning to clean it all out - and ready for settlement on Tuesday - (dreading this, being with STBXH for close to 2hrs)
It was the hard and really emotional, knowing that I was there in that house for the last time. Cleaned and cried the pratically the whole time. I loved that house, It was just a perfect little house, we bought it in really bad shape, spent a ton of money making it great - with practically everything new - because we thought it would be a forever house- my DD was 3 months when we moved in - my DS was 4 - so this was their home, their neighborhood.
But here I am in an apartment, and I am making it really cozy, with new decorating things, new towels, etc, I know it will not be forever, and that someday I will buy a house again.
I am proud of myself, for planning, and making the move go smoothly - because I was organized, worked my ass off, moving the little stuff myself with friends... I saved 300.00 with moving company!
In one day, my little place is almost in complete order - plus attending 2 soccer games!
So all in all, a productive, bit emotional weekend.
