Welcome to a page of my book, "Exploring Home."
This is an excerpt from that book- pages 12-13.
In June of 2000, I moved into my first apartment. I had lived in many apartments prior to that, but I had always lived with someone. That small, basic studio apartment I paid all six hundred dollars a month for in the middle of a party town that summer was all mine. No sharing the bathroom, the television remote or having to be worried about noise or disturbing someone in the morning because I woke up for work before them. I was so proud and excited about my own first place, yet I spent the next three months crying myself to sleep because I was alone, fresh out of a divorce and missing the love of my life.
I had met my ex-husband in September of 1996, and it was love at first sight. Fast forward almost six years and I was divorcing him, moving into that shitty basement apartment and sobbing day and night because I missed him. What should’ve been an incredible experience was instead full of heartache.
What I know now that I didn’t then was that I was moving into more than my first solo apartment. I was moving into the next phase of my life. I was moving away from lost love and moving toward self-love. I was moving away from my old life that included mistakes, anger, and misunderstanding and moving toward happiness, independence, and confidence. This phase would be a journey full of fear and the unknown, but it would be where I’d learn the most about myself. And one day, I’d consider it the best years of my life.
Moral of the story: Sometimes moving into a new home isn’t about four walls and a ceiling. It’s about what is waiting for you on the outside amidst the mystery of life and the hope for a better future.
I had met my ex-husband in September of 1996, and it was love at first sight. Fast forward almost six years and I was divorcing him, moving into that shitty basement apartment and sobbing day and night because I missed him. What should’ve been an incredible experience was instead full of heartache.
What I know now that I didn’t then was that I was moving into more than my first solo apartment. I was moving into the next phase of my life. I was moving away from lost love and moving toward self-love. I was moving away from my old life that included mistakes, anger, and misunderstanding and moving toward happiness, independence, and confidence. This phase would be a journey full of fear and the unknown, but it would be where I’d learn the most about myself. And one day, I’d consider it the best years of my life.
Moral of the story: Sometimes moving into a new home isn’t about four walls and a ceiling. It’s about what is waiting for you on the outside amidst the mystery of life and the hope for a better future.
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