So I found out yesterday while walking to the grocery store with my ex that she plans on moving out the weekend of March 18th. This caught me off guard because originally they were planning on moving out at the beginning of April I only have two more weeks of having this family before I’m living on my own again.
I still haven’t had a chance to process all of it. I was anticipating more time. I’ve worked hard to get up to this point. I’ve been making goals that I have for myself. I’ve gone out more often to get used to interacting with other people so I avoid just moping around at home. I’m very anxious for when the move happens because I have no idea how I will react. I’m scared the emotions will rush in and overtake me. I still cannot believe the time is here and that they will actually be gone soon. There has been so much build up to this.
I’m frantically trying to make plans so that the last weekend of March (which will be my first weekend by myself) won’t be a lonely one. One of my friends already said she was going to try to visit from out of town. We’re tentatively making plans to go to Epcot. I hope she is able to make it. I know I really need it.
Besides that I’m not sure what else I can do. There’s times where I feel like I’ll be o.k. Then there’s times like right now where I honestly feel like I’ll fall apart at the seams when the moment finally arrives. It really is one of those things that you can only prepare so much, but you can’t really get through it unless you’re actually experiencing it and go from there.