I'm having a surprisingly hard time with it. I've spent the day today packing, cleaning, throwing things away... Tomorrow I'm doing the actual moving. At the age of 32, I will be renting a room from my 26 year old brother and his fiance. Four people and five dogs living under the same roof until the end of the month when a roommate and a dog are moving out. All the way across town from where I work.
I'm finding all sorts of shit that I wish I wasn't. I found the birthday card that my awesome and sweet little nephew sent me for my 31st birthday. I'll probably never see him again. I found a box of cards and love letters from me to the ex in a drawer. She never once wrote one back to me. I suppose it would have been insincere if she had, since she was cheating on me off and on through our whole ten year relationship. So why the fuck did she marry me then?
Anyhow, I'm not having a whole lit of fun. I'm going to miss living here but even more, it's making me realize how much I miss the life I thought I had. Not her, mind you. She was awful and I just grinned and bared it because I was so deep in shitty codependent love that I couldn't see her for who she was.
Moving sucks. I'll be doing it again in a few months but at least it will be because I want to rather than because I have to.