2002-08-14 - 2:52 a.m.
So today I moved out of my apartment. It was a tough move. A friend was supposed to come down and help me because I have a ton of crap. This friend said that he would be there at 1pm. To my disappointment this friend did not show up. I waited until about 6pm before I borrowed a friend's car and moved myself. So I got everything moved except my bed which is much to large to shove into this friend's car.
Once I got everything moved I stood in my new 10ft.x12ft. room and surveyed my new kingdom. Thats when I realized. . .
I came to college with things. After a couple of years these things became stuff. A few years later my stuff turned to sh@t. I have an unbelievable amount of sh@t. I have no idea how I accumulated so much sh@t.
The sad thing about the move is that the ex-husband and I stood in the kitchen yesterday and divided up the common property in the apt. At the time it didn't bother me. My only thought at the time was, "He isnt getting a damn thing. Its not like he helped keep it clean. Besides he will probably just use it with his new f$ck toy."But today I thought about it. It was closure. It was symbolic that everything was finally over. There was no gonig back or getting back what once was. For a second I was choked up and sad. I mean I had just lost the first man I ever loved and a best friend.
Then I remembered that he was the biggest @sshole I had ever met in my life. Suddenly Im not quite so choked up about it.
