Yesterday was a flurry of activity. We lifted, moved, cleaned, unpacked, built. Now I find myself sitting on my bed in my apartment in what is now my city.
Furniture is sparse, but it seems fitting for where I find myself.
I’m starting a new chapter in my life. I can already sense the change in relationships that have been forged in the past two years. I can sense a change in myself as well.
I believe with my whole being that this is where I belong for such a time as this. I love this apartment, this neighborhood. If I were writing a script of this phase of my life, this is exactly what I would’ve written.
Thank you to those who’ve supported me through the past year or two. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn’t believe in myself anymore. Thank you for encouraging me when you should’ve let me go. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be at home right now. I’d still be wandering around, wondering if it would ever happen.
