If this is supposed to be a new beginning, why does it feel like an end?

I know, almost everyone has gone through what I'm going through now. But it sure doesn't feel like that. The topmost feeling that anyone who has ever been left by their lover is loneliness.

About two weeks ago the guy I thought was the one for me left me to discover himself. Suddenly I was alone in this big world. And to make it even scarier, I just graduated with no job. So you can imagine why I feel a bit lost. I don't know what I want to do with my life or where I want to live for that matter.

To rediscover myself, I decided to pursue something I've always been good at, always enjoyed, but never had the time or energy to do. This summer, I am going to sew.

I have been sewing as long as I can remember. I started out hand-stitching clothes for my Barbie dolls before elementary school, moved on to using my mom's sewing machine when I was a bit older, and then in school, learned all kinds of new tricks. I had a break in sewing in high school, but I rediscovered my passion for the world of fabrics and buttons again in college. I started making real, wearable clothes for myself, but until now, I have been lazy. But this summer, finally, I have the time, the motivation (as I hope this will be somewhat therapeutic), and the machinery (as I recently borrowed my mom's old Singer)!