November 23, 2011

It is hard staying unattached when you attempt to sell your house. Miles away, I have started a new life and my old life is on sale. Some of the comments and offers that I receive are so difficult. Even though I know it is not the truth it is hard to see the words – see it in black and white. Damn it! It is my home – the love of my life and I lived there 5 great years.

I read the messages and I stepped out into the pre-dawn humidity in our balcony. I cried as I watched the rain fall. I cried for dreams that are mine – I cried asking for strength and courage to move on.

It is hard being unemotional and unattached. I am glad R is doing the talking and not me.

Long days ahead