Goodbye Sheva Part 1
I haven't really updated this thing in a while, but this warrants a post. My housemate berry_mix just left the Yellow Pad tonight.
Took a pic before she left. :(
At the start of the year we knew things were going to change. I was at a time in my life when transition was inevitable, and she asked me about my plans. I told her I would probably be leaving around 2013, just based on the feel of things. I was ready to move forward and settle down, and I was at the age that I set for myself that I would. She said she would probably stay behind, and that she was still planning on living here for at least a couple more years. She wasn't planning on getting married yet, and still felt she had a bit of time left for single-dom.
Little did we know that it wouldn't turn out like we talked about. My boyfriend ended up proposing to me in April, putting a period on everything, but she and her boyfriend actually ended up deciding to get married before we did. And now we're here at this point, where I'm staying behind for a few more months, and she's gone, off to her wedding on Friday. You can never really know what fate has in store for you until it actually happens.
Sheva and I lived together for three years. To say I will miss her is pretty much a moot point. I haven't cried buckets yet, since I'm still going to see her next week when she comes to pick up her stuff and move out for good, but I have been feeling emo since I saw all the boxes downstairs in the living room when she started packing last Sunday. This is why this is only Part 1 - I don't really know how I'll be doing next week.
I hugged her this morning before I left because I didn't think I would be home when she left tonight. I wasn't about to bawl my eyes out a few seconds before I headed out to work though so I didn't think much about it. When I got home tonight though, she was just on her way out, waiting for her dad to pick her up. I found a letter from her in my room, on top of my notebook, and shed a few tears, but when her dad came and we said goodbye, I didn't want to start tearing up in front of her dad. Now that she's gone though, I'm feeling really sad. It's going to be weird without her here. Bye Shevs, but see you next week.
Took a pic before she left. :(
At the start of the year we knew things were going to change. I was at a time in my life when transition was inevitable, and she asked me about my plans. I told her I would probably be leaving around 2013, just based on the feel of things. I was ready to move forward and settle down, and I was at the age that I set for myself that I would. She said she would probably stay behind, and that she was still planning on living here for at least a couple more years. She wasn't planning on getting married yet, and still felt she had a bit of time left for single-dom.
Little did we know that it wouldn't turn out like we talked about. My boyfriend ended up proposing to me in April, putting a period on everything, but she and her boyfriend actually ended up deciding to get married before we did. And now we're here at this point, where I'm staying behind for a few more months, and she's gone, off to her wedding on Friday. You can never really know what fate has in store for you until it actually happens.
Sheva and I lived together for three years. To say I will miss her is pretty much a moot point. I haven't cried buckets yet, since I'm still going to see her next week when she comes to pick up her stuff and move out for good, but I have been feeling emo since I saw all the boxes downstairs in the living room when she started packing last Sunday. This is why this is only Part 1 - I don't really know how I'll be doing next week.
I hugged her this morning before I left because I didn't think I would be home when she left tonight. I wasn't about to bawl my eyes out a few seconds before I headed out to work though so I didn't think much about it. When I got home tonight though, she was just on her way out, waiting for her dad to pick her up. I found a letter from her in my room, on top of my notebook, and shed a few tears, but when her dad came and we said goodbye, I didn't want to start tearing up in front of her dad. Now that she's gone though, I'm feeling really sad. It's going to be weird without her here. Bye Shevs, but see you next week.