Moving on

Despite my aversion to the process of packing, hauling, and unpacking I've decided to move out.

Unfortunately, that means splitting from N. Our lives are taking us on different paths, where hers involves a beau...mine, a not-quite ready condo and a friend looking for a roommate. Sigh. It's been 4 years of living with her and I'm really quite sad about our pending break up. Ours has, in fact been my longest and most successful relationship thus far. And this split, the most gracious.

Perhaps this is the shake-up both of us need. A change of scenery…we're coming on to 3 years in this apartment. An apartment less than perfect. No need to take inventory of things I won't miss. Although, the things I will. The deck. The location. The neighbours. The roommate.

Maybe a shift out of my comfort zone will stir those giants of complacency. Remind myself that I'm oh so lucky to be a single girl living in an amazing city and an opportunity to enjoy this urban life o'mine.

H, my potential new roommate will be good for that. She answered a similar cosmic call 4 and a half years ago when I moved to Toronto and in with her, thanks to craigslist. That summer was a goodie.

And perhaps, this winter will be the bestie.