it's the end of an era...

...and the beginning of everything else. last night. next post will come from another zip code, another home, another bedroom, another me. part of me is afraid - i'm afraid of feeling alone, not necessarily being along but feeling alone - does that make sense? we've been living in the same house for a long time and living apart, but there's still the sense of a warm body in the house. that's the feeling that i'm afraid of missing - the presence. a conversation if i wanted it. a little consideration. but not anymore. don't get me wrong, this is a good thing and it is a good change. but it's still hard. but it's right. i can feel it.