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I am completely blown away by all of the amazing comments, emails, messages and Tweets I received yesterday in response to my post about the breakup/moving situation. I feel incredibly lucky and blessed to have so many people in my life who care about me — and I’m even more humbled by the fact that I’ve never met most of you in person, but that I know you’ve got my back.
The blog community is such a unique one. I am so grateful and appreciative to be a part of it.
It was interesting how many people responded saying that the post must have been a difficult one for me to write. Yes, it was tough deciding how much to share and how much to keep private, but other than that writing about what happened was very therapeutic for me. Aside from emails back and forth with ABS and phone calls with friends and family members, yesterday was the first time I really sat down and wrote out the events from the beginning.
My heart broke all over again yesterday as your responses came pouring in and many of you shared similar stories of heartbreak. I’m sending virtual hugs to everyone out there, and I loved that so many of you had positive, happy outcomes accompanying your stories. I look forward to responding — I just have to get Internet set up at home!
My situation with ABS has been far from easy. Yes, I’m settling into my new apartment and ready to “start over,” in some sense, but it still hurts, which is to be expected.
Last night — after a particularly grueling spin class filled with high intensity intervals, ouch — I went by “our” old apartment, where ABS is still living, to return my set of keys. It was weird being there, and even weirder being there and knowing it was the last time I’d ever be there. I thought handing over the keys would give me a sense of relief and a feeling of closure, but it didn’t. Instead it started to sink in that as I move forward, I’m doing it without the person who was my best friend for the past year and a half.
There will be good days and bad days. I’m feeling a little sad today, but I’m still convinced it’s going to be a good day! The sun is shining, and I have a day filled with Broadway shows ahead of me, so let’s get down to business…
I didn’t share yesterday’s outfit (sorry, had other things to talk about), but I actually liked it, so in case you were so curious what I was wearing, here you go:
Confession: I took off the belt and untucked the shirt halfway through the day. It kept coming untucked, so I eventually just gave up.
I also received many messages yesterday from people wondering where I had moved to, and if I’ll still be providing sunrise photos.
You bet I will!
I still live in the same neighborhood, actually, so my morning running route will be very similar to what I was doing before. I’ll start and end at a different point, of course, but the roads will be the same.
Today, I opted for Central Park over the East River path, band I got some great shots.
I ran 6.2 miles, part of which was done on the main running road in the park, and some of which was done running around the Reservoir, which was absolutely stunning today.
My apartment is still a straight shot to Central Park, though now the run there is entirely uphill. And the hill is a bit of a beast. I debated ways I could avoid it, since starting a run on an incline is pretty tough, but finally decided to just go for it. What goes up gets to come back down on the return trip! Needless to say my legs warmed up pretty quickly.
Getting dressed this morning was a challenge since my clothes aren’t totally unpacked yet. But I did manage to throw something together that’s nice and bright, just like the day:
Alright, time to get to work.
Thank you again for your kindness. I feel very loved.
SOMETHING I WANT TO KNOW: Since a ton of you responded that you’ve been through bad breakups, I want to know how you moved on. What things helped you get past what happened? Writing about it? Getting your feelings out with sweat? Kissing new boys? Heavy drinking and ice cream? (Which, by the way, is totally fine by me — I’ve been to more bars and gone to 16 Handles more times in the past month than ever before)