Two weeks until I no longer live surrounded by the ghosts of the past. I will no longer pass the same streets and stores when so many things happened to me.
The new house is so different. Different in a good way. I will get to explore the area. Life is going to be at a different pace. Most places are closed or close early on Sundays.
I wonder what the neighbors will be like. In 10 years I have never really known my neighbors. That may be about to change.
One thing that is staying the same is my therapist. I would not know where to begin with someone else. Trusting others is a big issue for me. At least parts feel like they can finally open up. No one is going to know my abusers.