So I've been really overwhelmed lately, trying to finagle the logistics of this move. At the point, it's looking like Tiko is going to have to stay here. That alone is an incredible weight on my shoulders and pain in my heart. It helped so much to have him around the first month M and I separated.
I woke up this morning, and for whatever reason, my first thought was, "I won't be able to sleep in my own bed anymore." The plan is to fly back with what I can pack, and get a storage unit for the rest of my stuff - kitchen stuff, books, odds and ends. So, depressingly, literally all I will have is clothes on my back and what's in my bag. On one hand, this doesn't bother me; it frees me up to move around and not have to worry about things. On the other, it cements the idea that this divorce leaves me with nothing - no home, no husband, no dog, no bed, without my things, no job or money, nothing. I know stuff is stuff and most of it doesn't mean anything, but to feel so alone and stripped of everything is really hard.
I woke up this morning, and for whatever reason, my first thought was, "I won't be able to sleep in my own bed anymore." The plan is to fly back with what I can pack, and get a storage unit for the rest of my stuff - kitchen stuff, books, odds and ends. So, depressingly, literally all I will have is clothes on my back and what's in my bag. On one hand, this doesn't bother me; it frees me up to move around and not have to worry about things. On the other, it cements the idea that this divorce leaves me with nothing - no home, no husband, no dog, no bed, without my things, no job or money, nothing. I know stuff is stuff and most of it doesn't mean anything, but to feel so alone and stripped of everything is really hard.
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