The clean out of bad memories is moving apace, but it mustn’t slow; the work must go on. I’m beginning to wake up to the possibility that my life has verged, changed, moved on from where i saw it to be 5 years ago; but then then thoughts about my home full of memories of the ex, of what wouldn’t be, of what couldn’t be, are still holding me back.

I know it takes time to wash a slate clean, wipe away the past, to begin to dress the future. But i’ve been locked up here tight for too long; it’s time for me to step out of the muddy waters that swirl around my door. There is a ray of sunshine peeking through.

But I can’t open the door on a completely new home, not yet, so just for now i’m making small changes that will make the big one seem insignificant after a while. A home might seem solid around you, but life is transient, letting go is just the start.

Kx