Exactly one year ago today, I was getting all my earthly belongings to a whole new place. Moving out had been this long exciting process through several months of daydreaming, weekends at my brand new house, design consultations, reform disasters, chickening out, then getting excited again… so when the day came, I was ready, so to speak… there might have been a new freakout incident some days later haha
But all along, I knew deep down that it was the right move for me. I needed to grow up (and still do) and hanging out with my friends and exploring different things was becoming increasingly hard being at the other end of the city without a car.
I feel like I still have a long way to go if I want to be where I want to be inside, but I´m working on it. In the meantime, I´m taking a few punches here and there and learning to get back up on my own, enjoying the freedom that comes with being your own master, weekday lunches and dinners with friends, movie nights with the girls, the peace that comes when you sit down to read a book on the couch, dog resting on your feet and the rain falling gently through the window… all those little things add up.
Hopefully this second year will be filled with even more adventures, growth, and laughter… ultimately, it´s up to me, so I´ll just stop hoping and make it happen.