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Making Moves
In the words of the late great country singer Kenny Rogers, “You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em. Know when to walk away, know when to run.”
I decided last year that it was time to fold ’em and move out of my current apartment. I’m at an age now where my patience is too low, and rent is too high to be dealing with shenanigans. I want peace when I lay my head down. I want a refuge from the outside world. Between my childhood, being in the military, and just living life, I’ve moved all over the world.
Moving always stresses me out though. It’s too much change happening at one time and that can feel uncomfortable in the moment. New space, new community, new neighbors, new routes, and new grocery store (depending on how far I feel like driving). All that change also makes me feel vulnerable too. Watching all of my things being moved around and touched by strangers. The same strangers I’m also trusting to properly reassemble my furniture and not drop my glass flower vases and dinner plates.
Despite the stress, moving is also incredibly exciting. It’s a fresh start and chance to transform a blank space into a place that makes my heart sing each time I step through the door. The older I get, the more I appreciate the sanctity of my own home. It’s probably the introvert in me. My home is a place where I can walk around in my head scarf with no bra on, eat my…
