I love living in Boston. Beer tastings. Restaurant Week. Different cultures. varieties of different foods, restaurants, and things to do. Plus, the fact that I get to do more of what I love-Catering-and am getting a lay of the land delivering goods to various different businesses for their functions makes me happy.
It’s purely wonderful what a year, thirty pounds less, and moving 60 miles away from what I see as familiar will do. I needed this growth. I needed to get this opportunity. I needed to have my heart broken and do what I could possibly do to put it back together again. I needed to be lied to and lead on and betrayed because it all added up and made me a BIGGER person.
Everyone I have grown up and graduated with have told me that I don’t look my age. I don’t FEEL in my thirties. What I can say, is I feel GOOD. I feel stronger, wiser, more confident, and more assured that all of this has changed me for the BETTER.
I often pray for the opportunity to see my ex again face to face just to tell him THANK YOU for being the lowlife piece of shit he is. I imagine sitting face to face with him just to let him know that everything he tried to use against me actually worked to my benefit. He hid behind a computer screen for six months while serving this country from Korea to keep the peace and pretended to be everything I had ever wanted. I’ve understood that anyone who does this is lacking something major in the way of character and integrity. People who are satisfied and comfortable in their own skin don’t go around attempting to destroy people. Coming out of the woodwork fifteen years after High School just to prove that we don’t get along….interesting. I can think of better ways to expend my energy, time, and efforts, certainly.
The past year has been a journey, for sure. And here I am living back in Boston. I will not stop here. This is not the final destination.