Homestretch

I head back to Georgia in a few days to get all of my stuff from the storage unit and move it all down to my new home. I’ve been stressing about this step for months. I could go into details of why it has taken so long for this last step to happen since we broke up before Thanksgiving but I’d be here for awhile. Either way, those details don’t matter anymore. I have finally reached the end of this nightmare. And I feel so many emotions. I’m scared, I’m anxious, I’m tired, I’m sad and overly emotional. I’m so stressed. But I am also ready and excited and motivated to get the moving van packed and get the hell away from my past for good. This is the last step and then I will be able to cut the chord and never look back. This is all I’ve got left to do. It’s been a long time coming, to officially move on with my new life and have no more connections to my past straggling behind me. I know I can do this. I know it will be hard but I got this. I am thankful that I don’t have to worry about seeing him, too. I couldn’t handle that. I mean if I absolutely had to, I know I would have been able to do it civilly but I would have been biting my tongue the entire time, I would be holding back the urge to deck him in his cheating, lying face. SO MANY emotions come boiling to the surface when I think about how he left me and so it would have been even more stressful if I had to see him so I just thank God that I don’t have to. In a few days, my healing process/grieving process will be that much closer to being over. I am so ready. Clearly, I am because I’m just rambling on and on. My anxiety is getting the best of me, has been that way for weeks because the day has been looming in the background and now it’s even closer. I’ll probably be writing a lot during the trip. Or not. I don’t know.

Ugh…I hate speeding up time but I want to get this over with…