i have a lot more i want to write. but feeling a bit of writer's block at the moment.
i am packed. two giant duffel bags and one rolling suitcase. hopefully none of it is over weight. and tomorrow i am going to have a grand time unpacking and dewrinkling all my clothing. other things that i couldn't fit into my luggage have been packed away and stored in giant plastic bins. they are being stored in the closet until i either come back to get them or pay to ship them to me. lastly, i itemized the rest of the stuff in the apartment and came up with a monetary value that i want for it all.
to an extent, i am looking forward to what the future brings. on the other hand, i feel... guilty? saddened? that we both found it so easy to walk away from things. i think about how we could have worked things out. changed various things about ourselves to make our relationship work. and how we decided it was better (easier?) to go this route. but i don't know why i should care about trying to do what is normal. i keep saying we've always done things our weird way and this is no different.