This past weekend has been quite a ride emotionally.
I made the big decision to sell my condo, and rented a place to go to so I can stage it for a speedy sale.
When I got back from seeing my new landlady and sealing the deal (it is a sweet place, see my other thread), I had a meltdown like I have not had in a long time.
It was Ativan time even.
I started delving into why: well, aside from launching myself into the great unknown one more time, this move involves letting go of a whole bunch of stuff from my 5-year healing cycle.
Moved into the building in the spring of 2008 while selling the house we shared with my mom.
Mom stuff...
Four months later was DDay.
Infidelity stuff...
Moved into the House of Pain, then back to a different suite in the same building after the very traumatizing sale of the dream house.
Divorce stuff.
Bought the condo. My mom died before I could move in.
More mom stuff...
Moved in finally after a major window disaster finally got fixed, and spent the next two years grieving loss of mom + marriage.
Deep abandonment stuff......
When I finally move out for the last time, I'll be letting go of the first thing that was really mine, and my safe haven.
But after loooong discussions with all my besties from IRL and here on SI (thank you all!),
I have realized that letting go, as painful as it seems, will be super therapeutic. I can finally put that place, where I went through SO much, good and bad, in my rear view mirror.
Tomorrow they are shutting off the water to do some plumbing work, so I decided to check into a nice hotel that is doing a tourist-in-your-town promotion just to let someone pamper me.
I plan on long hot soaks and room service for the next couple of days, because I'm feeling a little fragile.
Will be glad to put those five years behind me and get back on the upward trajectory again.
No lie, folks... This shit takes T I M E...
[This message edited by FaithFool at 2:56 PM, March 5th (Tuesday)]