With every new event, every next step, it feels like I’m waking up a little more.
When I had officially moved all my belongings into my new apartment, it felt like waking up.
Whenever I unpack a little more, it feels like waking up.
When the divorce was finalized and I hit the courthouse, DMV, and banks all in the same day, it felt like waking up.
Whenever I make plans with a friend and keep them, it feels like waking up.
And every time things shift just the tiniest bit, I think Oh, this must be it. Things will be okay now. I’m awake. But I don’t think I’m finished yet. Getting closer, though.
Amber Sorensen 