Haha! made it!

I am so momentarily excited that now the things I wanted to journal about seems small.

As small as my city that is.

You know, the city where it is finally sunny and warm after a dreadful winter and so suddenly everyone is out on the street walking, having coffees on patios, and I just want to join the fun.

A part of me is thinking, I should just stay in until he leaves in 2 days, but then the other part of me says: screw this, this is my city! and then I dress up to the 9 and go out. And then, of course, I constantly look around, worried about running into the ex?

Today I went out for lunch with my mom. We were walking back to my car when who do I see in the distance (in fact, just as he was walking past my car): the ex. He didn't see me (I was behind) but at least one thing made me smile: he seemed to be looking around in all directions, as if he was aware there was a very high probability he might run into somebody. .

2 more days, then he's out of here.

A part of me is sad that we couldn't end things on a better note. Another part of me is just really angry. And my third personality (the wise one) thinks: in the scheme of things, ending things badly with someone who doesn't see a future with you is of very little consequences.