Things are starting to sink in... very slowly, but surely. Darien is out meeting friends and I get to sit here and cry/cope with the possibly weird changes afoot. Of course he offered to stay, but I'm in one of those moods where I need to sit here in a T-shirt and underwear, turn on some kind of Kardashian show on Netflix, and avoid sorting my life out. Hopefully the guilt I am feeling for shedding my old skin will transform into enlightenment once it fully develops. If never before, "bittersweet" is exactly how this feels.