Today, I went to look for an apartment.
I found one. I’ll be moving to Boston in six days.
It’s late. And I still don’t know what to think. But I wanted to get this out there.
I’m still scared. But in a way I’m also relieved. I’m scared of the unknown, and about half the unknown is now, well, known. That’s nice. There’s still a lot of factors I don’t know, but I’m going to take things one day at a time. Humorously, a big comforting factor on the way back today was realizing I have my own bathroom. I don’t know why that calmed me, but it has.
But I… don’t know. Man, I don’t know.
As irresolute as I am, I know there’s definitely no going back now. Paperwork has been signed, money’s been exchanged. This is happening. I have to make the best of this split.