Being alone isnt that much fun...

So, as I look around the condo I hate everything about it! Everything here is a constant reminder of Jorge and the way our life was before he left. I hadn't really noticed it before...I mean I was so busy with everything I didn't have time to look around and see everything. Now that I am done with school and have a little break before I start again I find myself wondering around the condo. The couch I hate that couch, not because it is uncomfortable but because that's where Jorge and I would sit after dinner and cuddle and watch TV...I hate our bed...because that's where I would fall asleep in his arms and where our bodies became one...I hate this Kitchen..it is where we would sometimes make dinner together..now I make a meal just for me....I hate this dinning room table..it is where we were when Jorge asked me to marry him and where we ate every meal together. Now I cant even eat there.. I often wonder if I make things harder on myself then I should, is it ok to hate everything around you becasue it reminds you of someone or should I be embracing the memories of it all. I dont know.. I have good days and I have bad days and most of my days start off good and turn into bad... I how I cant wait to have Jorge home.........