Oh hi! I am so happy. I just moved into my new condo. One that I purchased my own money (although my bf’s rent contribution to the mortgage will be much appreciated) One that no one thought I’d be able to qualify for. One that I made happen!
This weekend after the movers left, I sat on my new sofa with tears running down my face. I have never had a dishwasher or a washer/dryer and both were running as the sun melted in through the windows, energizing me even though I was so sore I could barely move (The movers told me I was one of their most active clients during the move and even asked me to put stuff down a few times)
I will stop making this move/condo my personality shortly, if you follow me on Instagram you probably have me muted by now. But first I wanted to talk about how beautiful the in-between is. The moments where you sit with your boxes that need to be unpacked, and evaluate the new space you’ve come into. The moment your body catches up and realizes you are in the midst of change. Physically, it doesn’t always feel good. There’s a rush of excitement and fear, but mostly peace. You’re not thinking about your tasks and to-do lists. You’re just here.
This can apply to a personal metamorphosis or any type of change. It’s kind of the feeling of being on an airplane, now that I think about it.
I love the in-between moments. The pauses.
It’s not that deep—I probably just wrote a mini-essay on the feeling of being present, because here’s the thing: I’m learning that it always comes back to that.
Now back to unpacking ;)
xx Chloe