The Last of the Old

the view{view from the lounge, kitchen and bedroom}

When I left my husband in 2010, I only moved a couple of streets away. When Duckfish and I moved in together it was still in the same suburb.

Nearly every day I walked past the house that my husband and I used to share. I went to the same corner store, the same restaurants and the same bottle shop that I’d gone to with him.

It wasn’t until we moved this weekend that I realised I needed to get away. It feels like I’ve cut the cord to my old life and now I am free. Free to start afresh where there are no memories of my old life, in my old suburb.

Duckfish and I are living our dream life on the Northern Beaches, miles away from the office blocks of the city and the high-rises of McMahons Point. We’re surrounded by beaches, bush and sunshine. When I sit on the front veranda I can hear the sound of the sea.

The last of my old life is washed away with each new wave that crashes upon the beach.


About KatieP

Embracing my midlife sexy while exploring modern love & relationships • Devoted to all things beautiful • Master of Arts in creative writing & non-fiction writing