First post...so much to say

I am so glad that I decided to start this blog. I really need a way to get my thoughts out, and sometimes, I just can not sit down and write it out on a piece of paper. However, I just do not know where to start.
I guess normally people start with a little bit about them...I figure, this is for me, I know enough about me that I do not really care to write about it.
I am deciding that it is probably a good idea to talk about my separation. Yes, I have been married for two years, and just this past October my husband decided to talk to a lawyer about separating, and moved out. Me, I was totally fine with it, and still am. But there are things I miss a lot. Not about him, I don't think, but things like waking up next to someone. Getting a hug and being held when I wanted one....mostly, I miss the companionship of having a partner. Does that make sense? It does in my head. But then again, many things make more sense in my head than it does down on paper, or in this case, in a blog. But there are other things that frighten me far more than my divorce. In all honesty, though there are things I miss, I am glad it is almost over, I am glad to be rid of him and his drama, and I refuse to let it get me down and out and effect my life anymore!
When we got married, I lived just outside of Charlotte, and lived there for many years...eight years in fact. I have really good friends there that I miss like crazy. I don't miss the job I had, but the people I know and love very much, I miss and I hate that I don't get to see them everyday like I used too. I moved back home just before Christmas and rekindled a long lost friendship. We talk almost everyday and see each other often. We had dinner with two other friends I lost track with when I moved. I cried when I saw them both. I am afraid that I might cry when I see my friends in Charlotte next month. I can not wait to see them!
But with all that said, I am having a hard time adjusting to being back in Fayetteville. I am having a hard time being in the house with my mom again. Its not that I am not happy about it, but you know...after so many years of living on my own, and now, here I am, almost thirty, and I am living with my mother again...

Oh well. Time to make the best of things...