May 31, 2011
Well, where to begin?
During the last six months I...
stopped reading blogs,
stopped listening to the news,
pretty much stopped cooking anything more complicated than boxed macaroni and cheese.
Then I chopped off all of my hair and dyed it red,
went out dancing,
and found out that I really like reggae.
I bought lots of new music,
and lots of new clothes.
I got a therapist,
and I cried a lot,
and I laughed a lot,
and I found out that my family and my friends are pretty much awesome.
I soothed myself with music,
I re-connected with old friends and made new ones.
I expanded my circle.
I became addicted to Facebook.
I packed everything that I owned into boxes,
and with help I put those boxes into a truck.
I packed up the kitties and got the hell out of Dodge...or, err, Boston.
I now live in a magical place that looks like a Victorian doll house.
My apartment is bright and sunny, with a vintage kitchen and shiny wood floors.
I did all of this because Matt and I are no more.
For our privacy, I will not go into the messy details here...but what transpired was unexpected, shocking and ultimately irreconcilable. From the moment we decided to get married, I never ever thought that I could imagine my life without him.
I now have to do just that. Every day.
Some days I'm an Amazon warrior, and some days I'm a blubbering Bridget Jones-y mess! It's been a journey to be sure. But, to quothe the great Indigo Girls, I'm getting "closer to fine," bit by bit, every day.
So, I'm going to try and ease back in to this blogging thing. I have missed this space, and it is high time that I return. I hope that some of you are still out there reading! Let's do a virtual toast to a new chapter.