It’s half-empty and it’s mine

Six weeks ago I couldn’t picture one good day. I mean that literally — I’d try to imagine something to look forward to and come up blank.

Today I signed a lease on my own place. It’s small. Half the rooms are empty. There’s one chair and a kettle. And walking in, I felt something I hadn’t felt in months, which was that this was a beginning and not just an ending.

I’m not going to pretend it’s fixed. But to whoever’s in week one right now, reading this at 2am: it does move. Slower than you want. But it moves.

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