a new start

It has been three weeks and a day and I can finally feel some good from all the bad. I have found an awesome place to live in Paddington, although on paper it is actually Red Hill. It's almost a home of my dreams. A sizeable place with an awesome funky lady with a huge built in wardrobe, a cute kitchen that come with gas and a dishwasher. And. A huge back deck. It is like a match made in heaven. And it is number 86. My birth year. A subtle reminder to get on with this short life that we all have.

The next few weeks will definitely be not far off awkward and strange. He will be home in 4 days and I'm not sure how our living situation will change. This is his house too for the short time left and I can't deny him entry. Ultimately it will not change what has happened, will it? And what have I got to lose? I sign my new lease today and we have committed to going our separate ways.

Separate we will be. That hasn't quite sunk in yet. But I know for myself, I have some positive changes to make in the new year. I am 80% confidant that immersing myself in yoga teacher training will do me a whole lot of good. That, and keeping up goodish work at work, and keeping fit and healthy will do me. Maybe also learning the guitar it would go with my newfound improved singing like a new love to a relationship going nowhere. Fancy me making a joke like that.

I deserve better, I deserve to be loved like I love.

Came across an awesome quote this morning:

You learn more about someone at the end of a relationship than at the beginning.