This is a post I’ve been pondering on for quite some time, and I felt it was about time now. This past year has been a time of huge change for me, in which almost everything about my life has changed. Last autumn I moved into a new city and started a new job that keeps me busy, and that I absolutely love. I thought I might have had enough changes for a while, with changing my job, apartment and city, but sometimes life throws a curveball at you and things don’t go according to plan. So about six months ago I moved again, this time into a little studio flat all by myself.
Going through a breakup after a six year relationship is incredibly personal, and not something that I would normally ever write about in such a public platform as this little blog of mine. But since I know some of you have been looking forward to posts about our wedding plans, I did feel like I needed to say something. Since it is so deeply personal, I hope you understand that I won’t go into any details about why this happened. When something exciting happens, you’re usually more than happy to shout it from the rooftops, but when it’s something difficult you’d rather keep it to yourself. But hey, not all love stories all novels, some are short stories, and ours was a happy one. I’m incredibly grateful for the six amazing years that I got to share with a wonderful person, and we’re moving on as friends.
Autumn has always felt like a time of new beginnings for me. Perhaps even more than New Year’s, autumn was always the time when I would set goals and make plans for the future. Maybe it had to do with the start of the school year, maybe it’s because my birthday is in September and it’s kind of the start of a new year in my life. Either way, this year it feels especially like that. And I have to believe that what’s coming is better than what’s gone.1