I'm currently going through an extremely calm meltdown.
On Sunday, Matt broke up with me. I was, and am, devastated. The person who I thought was my person is not my person anymore. Thank Jebus that my dear roommate was home to pull me out of complete darkness. After crying for a few hours I moved on to the angry stage where I felt very productive and desperately wanted to figure out my current, complicated living situation and move on with my life.
So, that same day I went to look at an apartment in Brooklyn (5 stops further on the same train) with Sean. Upon entering the apt I wasn't super amazed since my current apartment is much more put together. However, when I went into the bedroom I felt a certain sense of calm. The room will fit my things perfectly and there's a CLOSET!!!! For those who don't know, this is a functional, usually enclosed area where one stores their belongings such as clothing. I haven't had a closet for the last 2 years and I can't wait to have one again. The room has a huge front window which is super sunny which is great and it's on the FIRST FLOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No more 6th floor walk up! Yippee! I really don't want to move but once it happens I think I'll feel better about everything. Plus, my future roommates are super sweet. I hugged them after I looked at the place and told them that Sangria and I wanted to live there for sure. Countdown. 12 days.
As sad as I am, I have always been a firm believer in things happening for a reason. Matt and I aren't meant to be right now and in my heart I know that. Matt and I have been dating on and off/good friends for 10 years. That's not something that I would ever throw away. No matter what, Matt and I will always be friends and I am comforted knowing that.