I have finally made the first giant step towards independence by moving out of the house, The House of Loompa. So many memories were made there and I won't lie, most of them were good. Even the bad memories weren't that bad. But it was time to move on and I have.
It's getting easier to point the car in the direction of the apartment now, and all references to 'home' are about the little 900 sq. ft. 2nd floor apartment that I share with a son and daughter... and parrot.
The hardest part right now is cooking for 3. After cooking for 7 for so long it's hard to make the adjustment. Occasionally I'll catch myself before I start throwing things together but most times I'll find myself staring at dishes of food that will feed us for a month. Today is day 2 of teriyaki chicken. A bowl of tacoroni and cheese sits ignored in the refrigerator next to a zippy bag of Cajun chicken. That never happened at The House of Loompa. Guess it's time for a Left-over left-overs buffet.
And yes, I miss my best friend. I miss talking to him and sharing my day with him. I know what I have to do, but how do you let go of someone when you never really had a hold of them to begin with? You'd think that would make it easier but for some reason it does not.
So what do I do with this hole in my life? What do I fill it with? A new vice? A new hobby?
Baby steps. Let's just start with A New Me~
8 years ago