Today I let go—of a house that was our home, but will now be somebody else's and a friendship that once carried us each through difficult times, but has changed into something I no longer recognize.
It does feel good to give someone a fresh start in our house. Choosing the right person took time. Getting the house ready took time. It's time. It's scary as fuck, but it is time.
It doesn't feel so hot to say goodbye to a friendship. Feels pretty shitty, actually.
It feels like the right time to let go. It was time to walk away.