I feel that a lot of times, when girls go through breakups, they come out the other side, reinventing themselves in a sense. A part of shedding the past and going forward, different. When I was ending a 4 1/2 year relationship almost 2 years ago, I cut my hair in a style I'd never had before. And got a tattoo (even though it wasn't directly related to the breakup, it was a part of that summer.) I suppose in this most recent breakup, part of my reinvention was up and going to New York, on about as much of a whim as I can manage.

But then this past weekend I made a less grand, but still significant to me, reinvention. I bought a new set of sheets in a new color. Now, I've had the same sheets for years. Cream colored bamboo silk. And I'm absolutely in love with them. They keep getting softer and they're just synonymous with my bed and my space. But I decided that it was time to get another pair. Robin's egg blue organic cotton. I washed them and put them on my bed, and realized it didn't feel or look like my bed at all. I told myself I'd have to get used to them, and the different texture. But after a night (and some cold medicine), I decided I really liked them. They're very comfortable. And they're fresh. And beautiful. A new beginning. A set of sheets that I have not yet shared with anyone. (They are, of course, waiting for the next time the guy comes home.)

I don't know how long I'll be in this apartment, but I feel like I'm standing here ready to completely embrace it. I want to make it truly feel like my home.