Surprising Reactions

If you've been reading my blogs you know that for the past week and a half i've been awaiting my walking papers in the mail. Everyday I would look in the mailbox and hope that they were there. Each day I would take the pile and look for the sign of them. Being that I've never received divorce papers (and hopefully never will again) I wasn't sure what to look for. Today after the usual day of being out and about I went and checked the mail. I went through the mail as I had for the past week or whatever you know that rapid peek you do when you are expecting something important. All the way at the bottom of the mailbox there was a relatively big, well not really that big, manila envelope.

I had a feeling that was it, but I wasn't sure until I saw there in the corner 125 Barclay st, the address of my attorney. Immediately I tore open the letter expecting a flood of emotion, not like sad but you know that feeling you know that part of your life has been completed that you can finally move on and do something else. It was weird all I felt was that it was so over a long time ago, this just made it legal.

The one thing that's kinda ironic is that the divorce papers came exactly one year from the day that Jim moved out. I guess it's kinda like coming full circle, well I guess not full circle, cause I guess full circle would be him moving back in. I guess it's more like an arch. Maybe that's the way it was just supposed to be. Who knows, all I know is that I'm happy it's completed, and that after a year it's great to move on from limbo. It's a great feeling to know that anything I do from now on won't be connected to Jim in any way.

I think it's great that the first thing will be the co-op that I'm buying him out of. I didn't know how enabling it would be to own something in my own name. Most people would say why would you want to purchase the apartment you shared with him. But to be honest it's been exhilariting experience to purchase the apartment and you wouldn't believe the ego boost I've gotten from purchasing him out. And besides I think I've always liked the apartment and was more attached to the apartment then him. Maybe it was always meant to be mine. I still remember the first time I walked into the apartment. The minute I walked into the apartment it just felt like home. I guess it was always meant to be mine.