The tough thing about writing a daily blog is that everything makes sense (or at least becomes bearable) with a little distance and perspective. But right now, all I want is an emotional painkiller. Actually, I could use a whole freaking bottle. After a year apart, E is moving to LA to go after his acting career.
Intellectually, I agree that this is the right move for him to make while he’s still young and determined. Emotionally, I want to curl up in a little ball and pretend it isn’t happening. We’ve been packing up his stuff as we’re unpacking mine. There are few things worse than sorting through all your old memories—the photographs, the scrapbooks, the letters—and knowing that our story spanning across four and a half years is coming to an end. Between looking for work, adjusting to being back in the States and enduring a break up, the only thing I can do to keep it together is keep the faith. I have to believe that everything happens for a reason (as cliché as it sounds) because I’ve got nothing solid to hold onto. But hey, if I can make through this, I can make it through anything, right?