Molly
The moment I had closed and locked the door to my old apartment for the last time, a weight had lifted off my shoulders. The sense of relief was palpable, almost euphoric. I had felt as if I was shedding layers of anxiety and fear as I left behind the remnants of that break-in and the memories tied to it. It was bittersweet because, in reality, that apartment had been the first place I had called my own. And as I stood in Jaden’s living room, two days later, surrounded by a mountain of boxes, I felt as if the next chapter of my life had begun. I felt hopeful for the future. But extremely overwhelmed. The boxes were stacked high and as I looked around, I realized that this wasn’t going to be as easy as I had expected. I was home alone. The kids were at school and Jaden was at work. T
