Tonight I had peanut chicken for the first time w/o Matt. It didn't taste as good as I remember.

I miss him and it's nearly constant. snarkybleu says I need to wait. She compares me to Lucy holding out the football to Matt's Charlie Brown. She strongly believes that I made the right decision. Taking time for myself and doing what feels right for me. I know ( Read more... )

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The scent of some unknown flower wafting in through the open bedroom window, is intriguing and a bit intoxicating.

Escaping to the bathroom, crying. The release is fleeting.

Self-doubt like lost keys or a misplaced pocketbook.

Self-confidence like a pinching pair of too narrow shoes I just had to haveA box haphazardly stuffed with tender gifts ( Read more... )

I'm feeling waxy and waney. I have moments of feeling full of glorious hope upon whose heels follows quickly moments of deep despair.

I'm reading a book, The Seven Levels of Intimacy. Maybe I've chosen the wrong time to read it as I am regularly brought to tears by its text. Or, perhaps, this is the absolute right time for me to be reading it and ( Read more... )

It's done. It's official. I signed my lease tonight and wrote the check for my security/cleaning deposit. I'll be moving in on the 3rd, I think.

( I'm nervous and excited. )