So a move date has been set, I’m currently in packing hell and I’ve rediscovered some stuff I forgot I had.

But it’s all good, as it’s all part of the plan I have to keep focused on. The plan of moving on with my life and starting afresh. I’m applying for full time jobs, I’m writing down points of action for each week and I’m making sure I smile each day.

I’m keeping active to avoid getting pissed off with everything that’s happened. I’m laughing at my cat as she tries to get into every single god damn book to investigate what I’ve put in there. I’m using new shampoo (this is very exciting to me). I’m pulling out clothes in my wardrobe to wear that are “me” again. I’ve brought new underwear. I’m putting myself out there in a non whore way. I brought the bag I denied myself when HE told me it was “too in your face”. I’m throwing out pictures of us together. I’m shredding love notes that HE sent me. I’m enjoying the destruction of everything that reminds me of him.

I’m making plans again. I’m realising that life doesn’t have to be shit. I’m becoming me again. I’m making plans for Sarah and I’m so fricking excited by it all.