If it’s any motivation OP, I have a photo somewhere of my little battered old Smart Fortwo absolutely packed to the brim with all the clothes and belongings I could fit into it, parked outside the tiny bedsit which was all I could afford to rent (agreed over the phone, via a video call with the agent, because I couldn’t view it in person) on the Holloway Road on the day I left ex-DP in Scotland and arrived back in London.
I remember opening the door to that bedsit and breaking down into uncontrollable tears: because it was a drab room with a kitchenette in the corner and a tiny shower room, and I’d left behind a big, glorious five-bedroom period conversion property in rolling countryside. We had lovely, stylish furniture and creature comforts - but I found myself furnishing that bedsit with mismatching odds and ends from the local BHF charity shop. I sobbed for days - because I didn’t know if my life was ever going to feel like my life again, if I’d ever make any friends, if I’d regret leaving what I’d had behind, how I was going to manage financially, paying both my rent and my half of the mortgage on the house I shared with my ex.
I recounted this story at my hen weekend just over a year ago, eating dinner surrounded by 12 of the most wonderful, brilliant women I could ever have hoped to have met and call my best friends. I created a new life: the stop-gap job I took just to get out turned into the best move I ever made; I went from strength to strength in my career, bought another house in London which makes me just as happy as the old one, replaced all those left behind belongings with ones that were mine and only mine, had an absolute ball getting out and doing all kinds of things I’d never dreamed I’d enjoy doing, made dozens of truly amazing new friends, dated loads, and eventually met my now-husband.
That was in 2013. My packed Smart car and that bedsit have become just another part of my story. My ex finally accepted in about 2016 that I wasn’t coming back and agreed to sell our house. Those were tough times: I’d been paying both my London rent and half the mortgage on the house, which was a struggle. It took us until 2018 to actually sell the house and for me to properly be able to move on. I know it’s hard, and difficult to see the wood from the trees when it seems like you have so many instances in front of you - but you can start taking the first steps with the advice you’ve had on this thread.