Strange thing mystifying…

I’m ridiculously excited about my new apartment and moving. I really really really am. But tonight? Here in this giant echoey apartment all alone with no roommates…no Mark…and only boxes and things to put in boxes surrounding me, I find myself melancholy.

🙁

Just for a moment of course. I will be fine. But right now, I wish I could crawl into bed and just have the tears flow. All I can think of is moving in here together. The studio for Mark’s art. The front room for Wing Chun. The porch. The outside for the kitties. The parties and friends. The promises and dreams.

Unrealized, of course.

One last order of Chinese from the cheap restaurant we always ordered from. One last time to say our my address as my own.

I loved him.

And now it’s really time for moving on…