This is the obligatory first post.

I never know how to start a new site. So, I'll just introduce myself.

I am a girl woman, a woman figuring many things out about herself in a strange, strange time. My life today is completely different from my life exactly one year ago, when I lounged in my own home from the 1950s, husband constantly on the computer, two cats mewing for attention.

Today I sit alone in an apartment for one, eating my dinner in front of the computer; no cats, no husband. And I am happier.

For the first time in five and a half years, I am single. Really, I am divorced, but I will not refer to myself as a 'divorced woman'; I want to detach myself from that label. I am unattached, without a partner, but I am not alone. Far from it.

I've made a few mistakes in the ten months since I walked out the door of my 1950s house, kissing my cats good bye. (I did not kiss the husband good bye, for obvious reasons.) But they are my mistakes, mine to take with me. I've learned from these mistakes, and even though I've made them, I don't regret anything I've done.

This is my story.