The last few days have felt like a dream to me, and I'm hoping they'll stay that way until Kara moves out at the end of the month.
We broke up on Saturday, just a week shy of our 3 year anniversary. I'm devastated really; its the end of something that's been apart of my every day routine for 3 years. I won't have anyone to wake up to, anyone to make me breakfast, anyone for me to lay on when I'm sleepy and watching TV, or anyone to take the dog out at night when I'm too scared to. I know this won't be true forever but I can't get past the feeling that the whole world is crashing down. In a strange way though, I'm okay. I'm okay with the fact that it ended the way that it did. I'm okay that Kara just came out and said "I don't love you anymore" because I'd rather her be honest.

Now, just so we're clear, I'm not hurt. No one should feel bad because I was hurt. I'm not. I'm disappointed that we've only lived in this apartment for 3 months and I've got to start looking for a new one. I'm sad that its all over. I'm frustrated that I'm stuck in this city without anyone anymore. But I'm not hurt. I'm looking at this opportunity as something I could benefit from. I'm excited to be Catie instead of Kara and Catie.

Maybe I'll move somewhere out of state.
I don't know yet for sure, but all I know is that I'm excited for the future.
This more than anything has made me realize that.

I have the world at my fingertips.