(P)removed (trans. v)

Posted by Scraps

Well, not surprisingly, living under the same roof was a tad weird and V asked if I could make other arrangements in the interim. So, last weekend I moved most of my clothes, some of my shoes, and a few odds and ends over to Mom’s to stay for the 3 weeks until my moving day.

The first evening I was here was, well, a bit rocky. I had been doing pretty well as the week went on, knew it was coming, started to pack things up, but when I got to Mom’s I pretty much lost it for a while. But, after the one episode I felt better and got through the week. I would go over to V’s (no longer my) house, pack and play with Abbie, and be gone by 8pm. Abbie is staying in familiar surroundings until I get settled in the new place and move her over too.

Of course, by the end of the first week I had packed probably 75% or more of my belongings and had exhausted the original and subsequent supply of found boxes. So I didn’t go over during the weekend and we decided I would visit Abbie and pack the last few things on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next 2 weeks. That way I got to see Abbie somewhat regularly, but it didn’t keep him from going home too many evenings (did I mention he asked not to be present when I was there? or for the moving day? yeah, but I guess I understand that too). Tonight Abbie was happy to see me, I finished packing the main kitchen things (including the breakables and plastics) and just have the contents of my baker’s rack left (cake pans galore!).

In an effort to stave off boredom and ‘keep busy so as not to think’ I’ve been attending more SCA activities and will probably continue to do so, even after the move. I have to say, for relatively new acquaintances some of them sure have become fast friends. They have all been very considerate and those who know of the impending move have all offered themselves and others as moving help (which I will shamelessly accept). I have to think that fate smiled on me, what with that stumbling across that SCA-related website a few months ago and renewing my interest in the group, thus laying the groundwork for the expanded support network I find myself in the midst of.

Last night was medieval dance practice: fun but tiring, and good exercise. I have water bottles in the freezer now in preparation for tomorrow nights exertions!

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Posted by Scraps

Well, this blog will be taking a slightly different direction now (it will have a direction, that’s something in and of itself), as I find myself suddenly single again.

I’ll not dwell on the hows and whys, it’s not important at this point, or for this forum, and I’m trying not to personally dwell on it. Why? Am I just a heartless *itch who can easily put away the heartbreak and disappointment of her impending divorce? Um, no…

It’s a matter of self-preservation. What is done is done, what needs doing will be done, and what need’s be will be. I cannot change that. To the people who think that I should keep letting myself fall apart every half-hour, and thereby truly show the correct level of emotional unhinging appropriate to the situation else I must not have truly [insert past tense emotional verb here] my spouse:

PHHHHBBBBTTTT!

Just because my small corner of the world has crumbled in the space of a dandelion puff does not mean that the rest of the world is going to stop spinning on its axis. As much as I may have wanted to just hide in bed for a week, I still have bills to pay, I have a life that will need living eventually, and now I have plans to make on how to be me, just me, only me, maybe for always.

/rant

So, this will now be the journal of a girl who finds herself completely on her own for the first time ever (without even a roommate, unless you count the dog). And since the dog doesn’t tend to talk back, I would imagine that, especially once I get the whole moving thing accomplished, I will be visiting here much more often in need of semi-human contact.