Why not start blogging a bit again?
My (now ex-) boyfriend and I broke up and moved out of our shared apartment officially this past weekend. Life is changing in a big way once again, so might as well write a bit.
I've been in the DC area for over 3 1/2 years. Moving out of the apartment I shared with Ryan felt like moving out of the first home I had out here. I'd lived in a couple rented rooms before living with him, but nothing had ever been a place of my own. We shared our apartment and we shared his dog and we shared a lot of dreams, and in spite of all that, I broke up with him and forced this big change.
I may come to regret my decision, but I am proud of it for now. I love him, he's done nothing wrong. It's the worst thing to try and explain to another human. I just want something different, something more. As my future roommate Sara says, "I need someone whose dysfunctions complement my own."
So tonight I will sleep on Sara's couch, and I will be both incredibly grateful for her generosity, and pine away for the day in ~2 months when I can pull the little bit I own out of storage and have a bedroom and a home again.
I'm a lucky human, and a sad human, and just human. Here's to another beginning.
