Old Haunts

Every time there is a big change in my life, I get overly emotional. I'm a pretty emotional person anyways so during transitional stages of my life I pretty much cry at the drop of a hat. Moving forward always makes me look back and reflect. I am about to move out of my lovely little flat, the place I have called home for the last year and a half, the first place I had felt safe in a long time. There are so many memories attached to this place, some of them good, some of them pretty shit.

I've had many fun nights in this place with people I know consider true friends, I've listened to some amazing music, danced around the place like crazy and I've fallen in love within these walls.

Then there were the shit times, the late nights alone in tears, the loneliness, the feeling of being trapped in a little cage of my own making. My heart broke in this flat, then it healed and I fell in love.

Now I'm putting the last of my things in boxes and preparing to move all my belongings and more importantly, myself, down the road to a flat that my boyfriend lives in. After a couple of months there, the even bigger move will come, when we get a place that is just ours.

I would be lying if I said that this relationship had been easy, two damaged people can love each other, but it will never be an easy love.

That said, I am looking forward to living with the man I love, the man who has seen me at my worst and still loves me. Loving him has taught me that no matter how damaged you are, it is possible to love each other.