Mourning

I've finished packing up my apartment and I find myself mourning. This move feels like the end of my single life, all that I have known as an adult. There are many parts about it that I have really loved and treasured, with the exception of the miniblinds I'm always breaking. Though I'm so excited about this new life I'm starting with this man, tonight it seems fit to mourn. Even when we move from something that is good to something that is also good we have to mourn the loss of the previous good thing. So tonight I will mourn the loss of the old thing so that I can move into the next part with great joy.