So I moved out of my apartment yesterday.
Very weird.
It ended up being much more emotional then I thought it would be. I’ve had lots of good times there. It felt like home.
Mostly though, it was stumbling across some old Valentine’s Day cards I had hoarded away like one of those creepy people on TLC.
I wanted to throw them away. I don’t need them. They’re just baggage. Literal and emotional.
But…I couldn’t.
I needed them to prove to myself that I had loved, that I can love, and that someday I will again.
