I've
sold our/my house and will be moving into my apartment in mid-June.
Up until recently, with some exceptions, I've managed the
emotional side of the move fairly well. Most of the coping can be
credited to a purposeful numbness. Almost out-of-body. I also like to
think that I did some things right. My realtor, Colin Hall, knew me
and my situation, I mostly avoided actually sorting through things, I had
friends and family around me, I walked the dog a lot and I focused on
what this move allows me to do, such as taking Miles on a trip to
Hawaii this summer. I also made myself understand that, regardless of
where I'm living, my loss and the process I'm going through is an
internal one. I could live on the beach in Tahiti, stay in this
house, or move to an apartment and I'd still have it all with me.
I
do know that this move is right for me.
Lately,
the emotions have made a comeback in a big way. I'm heartbroken. The
disbelief and associated sadness that Kirsten is not with me hits
hard. I think of what the experience of moving would be like with
her. It's palpable and very painful not to have her with me. If
we were doing this together it would feel more like an adventure.
There would be a lot of excitement about the possibilities of where
we would end up and how that would impact our life style. I do have
feelings of excitement as I make my own decisions, but the bottom
line is that, no matter where I end up, this is not what I wanted.
Along
with the new apartment, I'm moving forward in my career and
education. I realize these are good things and I know that it's OK to
enjoy them. I do feel good about moving forward, but it's tempered by
grief. I give myself permission to feel positive; however, the
sadness and despair are not emotions that I can just decide I will
not have.
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backyard concert, summer 2010 |
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Kirsten was in charge of both interior and exterior design |