I went to my mailbox today having no idea what was waiting for me inside.
I pulled out the envelope. My address, right there in my own handwriting. The stamp, a leftover from Christmas, with a reindeer on it.
Inside, the end of my old life, and the legal permission to start a new one.
I stared at it for a good minute, not moving, not sure what to do.
Someone coming in the door of the building startled me. I took it upstairs, and just looked at it. It took a phone call to my DT, and the reassurance from someone who understands that it’s all okay, to finally open it.
It sucks, but it’s done. It’s finally done.