woe is me
Yeah, you guessed it. This is gonna be a whiny post.
So today is the day R. is officially moved out. He'll be sleeping at his new place tonight. We've both been pretty good for the past few days while he's been moving his stuff. Last night I think we were both aware that it was the last night but neither of us said anything. But this morning it was pretty hard to avoid. All I could think about was how everything would be the last time -- last time of him hooking up the dog, last time of us walking out the front door together, last time watching him pour his coffee. It was all just so sad.
That kind of set the tenor of the day. I've been mildly sad all morning and can't seem to focus on my work. It doesn't help that I'm just a wee bit hormonal either. I'm trying very hard to resist the urge to do stuff to distract myself from what I'm feeling -- eat, play a game, read my book, do other trivial online errands, etc. I'd much rather not feel so sad but I know it's probably healthier if I acknowledge and respect these feelings now, as opposed to denying them now and having them pop up and bash me over the head (and heart) later.
In other news, my new roommate T. is (probably) coming over tonight to pick up the key and introduce her dog to His Lordship (my dog). Fingers crossed they get along ok.
So today is the day R. is officially moved out. He'll be sleeping at his new place tonight. We've both been pretty good for the past few days while he's been moving his stuff. Last night I think we were both aware that it was the last night but neither of us said anything. But this morning it was pretty hard to avoid. All I could think about was how everything would be the last time -- last time of him hooking up the dog, last time of us walking out the front door together, last time watching him pour his coffee. It was all just so sad.
That kind of set the tenor of the day. I've been mildly sad all morning and can't seem to focus on my work. It doesn't help that I'm just a wee bit hormonal either. I'm trying very hard to resist the urge to do stuff to distract myself from what I'm feeling -- eat, play a game, read my book, do other trivial online errands, etc. I'd much rather not feel so sad but I know it's probably healthier if I acknowledge and respect these feelings now, as opposed to denying them now and having them pop up and bash me over the head (and heart) later.
In other news, my new roommate T. is (probably) coming over tonight to pick up the key and introduce her dog to His Lordship (my dog). Fingers crossed they get along ok.