On January 12th, I turned 30 years old. Bye Bye twenties. Hello, reality. Unfortunately, I spent the remaining 3 years of my twenties in a toxic relationship that taught me things I had to learn on my own. January is when I took the initiative to move out, get my own place and start over.
By society’s standards, I should be married with children and have a thriving career. Though my career is on the up and up, my love life is in the pits. I appreciate the friends that stuck around for me even when I was in this shit relationship. Even though I did not tend to these relationships like I should have, they understood. True friends.
My new home is very cute. Let me tell you. I looked at SO many apartments. I hate apartment complexes. I loathe the idea of having neighbors so close I can hear them God forbid you end up living next to a loud family or couple. There is this street that is very popular in the city which I live in. It’s a street that wraps around a neighborhood that is right by the river. It’s a little pricey but you can’t beat the location and the amount of nature that surrounds you.
I went to view a cottage in the back of someone’s home. I met with the property representative and another girl was viewing the place as well. We go up to the cottage, it’s small. Too small. I was just thinking of all the stuff I would have to get rid of just to move in it. Then the rep mentions there is another cottage I didn’t even know existed. It was adorable. Cute huge 3 step porch, lovely European windows, adorable kitchen, this was a tiny home. It had two loft areas, one above the bathroom and one above the bed area. They were connected by a ladder on a trail (think librarian ladder or the ladder from Beauty and the Beast). I had such a good feeling about this place. The vibe was amazing, it was surrounded by nature, birds, insects and best no neighbors! The girl who was viewing with me felt the same and said she was interested. I knew I had to get this place, applied the next day and paid first months rent + deposit. I could only count on the idea that she would take her time in applying and it worked. I got the place!
I moved into the new place as soon as possible. My current boyfriend did not believe me that I got a place. It’s actually hilarious when I think about it now. He couldn’t believe that I was actually leaving him. He didn’t think I had the guts. Well, guess what honey? I did. No more verbal abuse and manipulation. No more controlling. No more body shaming, no more bullshit. No more coming home to all the food being eaten that I paid for. No more going to work and realizing that my lunch had been eaten by a drunken asshole who did it just to be a jerk. Can you imagine? Packing your lunch in a LUNCHBOX just to go to work and find out someone had eaten it. You get the picture, I was done.
So now I’m back in the single community. Self-confidence a little shaken, but moving towards rebuilding that. I’m taking my time. I don’t want to commit to an online dating platform. I want to meet someone the old fashioned way, organically. I’m not looking for it. I’m just being myself. I think when the time is right, the universe might present that opportunity. We will see.
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