Heal me Today

I want to share some of my recent experiences and the little life truths that have come with them.

My house is moving forward beautifully, and I finally have a moving date! I’m planning to create a photo blog soon so you can celebrate this journey with me – but that will come in the next post.

So yes… we’re moving at the beginning of November! Sadly, we won’t make it in time for Halloween decorations this year, but I promise you – the Christmas spirit will be strong to make up for it!

We have to move out of the apartment within a week because the renovation team is coming in. It’s okay though – my mother-in-law kindly offered that we can stay with her for a few weeks, and I’m truly grateful for that.

My husband hasn’t been living with us for two weeks now. And to be honest – I got used to his absence so quickly that I’m actually shocked. It feels like my body and soul had known for a long time what my mind refused to accept. I feel good. I really do.

I only feel sad when he comes over. That’s when I suddenly want to cry without any clear reason. But once he leaves… I feel calm again.

We’re all slowly adjusting to the new rhythm – especially our daughter, who now spends time separately with each of us. It’s not easy, but I’m trying to see the bright side: I finally have time for myself, and that alone feels like such a gift.

I have to say – I’m incredibly proud of my daughter and how she’s handling everything. She’s absolutely amazing. Once we finish the move, I’ll write more about how this whole process went from the moment we told her until now – because it truly hasn’t been easy for any of us. But I think, given the circumstances, we’re managing well.

And now, just a tiny bit of mischievous honesty – he admitted that living alone isn’t easy at all. After just two weeks, he’s realized it’s not as simple as it seems. I told him, “You still have no idea what it really means to take care of yourself. Just wait until you also have to take full care of your daughter when she’s with you.”

Because occasional visits and cooking a meal are one thing – but real care isn’t just about food and a place to sleep. It’s everything in between.

So maybe, just maybe, this whole experience will be a lesson for him.

And who knows… maybe it will bring a bit of peace to me too.