I wish it'd been due to something fun like a vacation or a new job keeping me busy, but in reality (and I'll cop to this because I'm committed to recording what's actually going on in my life - the good and the bad) it was just the stupid move out from the flat I shared with my ex. First we were fighting over stupid things like who got to hold onto my key (me) and then we were reminiscing about when we moved in and acting like we were still dating.
When we were packing, I kept remembering all the stuff we'd bought together, all the high hopes I'd had when I'd bought those things. I loved building a life together, and even though I knew it was over, there was a finality about it all that just made me very sad. And then, of course, I felt like an idiot because I was feeling sad about moving out of a flat I hadn't lived in for 2 months shared with a dude who stole my key.
So, that's where I'm at. I had a bit of a setback in the whole "getting over him" thing, and am getting myself back on track. It's been a tough week, but I'm trying.
In other, slightly more positive news: The doctor signed off on me, and I am officially fit enough to run the Paris Marathon.
In other OTHER news, still no job and then temp job is creeping towards the end. So, I'm applying for jobs like a lunatic, pestering everyone I know to put me forward for everything they can think of (still in the charity sector, but I've felt my first waver of "maybe I can just take any old admin job..) and hoping for the best. For now, I'm staying strong and sticking to my guns.
Walkin' away
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