A Little Distance, a Big Horizon

On what it is to move forward - slowly, strangely

Today’s soundtrack: Falling Backwards

Everyone loves a good break up. Everyone loves to relate to pain and trauma and falling apart. Misery loves company, and helpers love someone that needs to be fixed. Myself included.

My breakup was sudden and jarring and strange. And it was in March. Three months ago. Three months coming home alone. Three months of my home changing, shifting, moving. Three months of work, of the studio, of friends, parties, heat, summer starting. Three months of tears, therapy, exhaustion, disarray.

Yesterday I went on a date, and it was calm and rational and fine. He was nice enough. I was nice enough. I got in my car a little after ten, and thought what now? There’s no way I can just… go home.