Letting Go

Well, it’s finally over.  I just turned in my apartment keys, ending a chapter of my life that spanned two years.  Yesterday, on my favorite holiday, Halloween, I locked the apartment doors for the last time.  I gave my neighbors a hug (the ones I like) and drove away.

I feel like a massive weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  I no longer have to pad my walls because my neighbors are too loud.  I can open the windows without worrying about the cigarette smoke from the people in the next building.  I will no longer scrape up my car when I try to park.  I won’t experience a minor earthquake every time someone goes up and down the stairs.  I won’t hear the kids in the building throwing tantrums or see them using my car as a slide.  I will no longer drive past the crazy cat lady’s house or the drug house on the corner of the street.  I don’t have to use headphones in order to hear my TV over the neighbors’ loud music.

Two years over and done with.  Many memories, some spent with the two men I dated, are safely stored in my past.  I have let go.  And six car loads to the Goodwill serve as proof.  I even finally let go of Big Blue, my blue recliner that I have had for 10 years.

It truly is a fresh start.  I am in a rental house, in a different city and with a whole new set of memories waiting for me.  And for me, last night was the perfect way to begin this new chapter of my life, Halloween.  I now live in a neighborhood where kids feel safe enough to trick-or-treat.  I almost ran out of candy for the first time in . . . I don’t even know how many years.  And even though this move is temporary, it couldn’t have happened at a better time in my life.  I needed to let go of the past and look toward a new future.  And that is exactly what I am doing!

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