breakup nonesense

there is a tense staleness in the air as i pack my boxes and pretend things are okay…but they are. i found a fab little house in Mansfield center that a big part of me feels Brad and i were suppose to live in, but since we aren’t, I will. cozy two-floor, all hard wood, close to campus, I am happy…and leave NY a week from today which is daunting to say the least. I feel there are suppose to be people and places I say goodbye to, but sometimes goodbye is far too hard. instead brad and I make our own memories daily in an attempt to forget the past. I do love my new place, but I know what I am leaving is not easily replaceable, if it ever is. I do not want to pretend that what I have may be something I cannot repeat.