New Chapter: On Moving
When I moved to San Diego almost three years ago to date, I had no plan. I had a job start date that was pushed forward, but no place to live. And...for the first time in my life, I decided to ultimately wing it. I bounced from Airbnb to Airbnb to commuting 2.5 hours to my parents' house to a coworker's living room (shoutout to Katrina, who literally let me in barely knowing me!).
Finally, about a month into my stay in San Diego, I finally got keys to an apartment - something that moderately fit in my limited price range (and didn't necessitate a roommate!), seemed to be in a decent central neighborhood (I knew approximately...zero...about San Diego at the time) and most importantly, was just a mile from the Pacific.
Almost three years to date, I'm still in the same apartment. Over the last three years, it's been my own unique home. Always half-decorated as I promised I'd move out soon, always just a second away from tripping the whole circuit breaker, always with the ceilings bowing inward over my cabinets and a leak anytime it rained, always with the loudest neighbors and weirdest incidents happening outside my door....it's been home. This apartment was my place of respite when shit got hard at work (pardon my language), the site of so many tears shed each time I broke a hip, the sanctuary to cook and clean and create, the shelter for me and Walt, the place I really learned to be okay alone and anything and everything in between.
But, this month, I'm finally moving. After three years in the same space, it's time for some challenge and some change. Don't worry - I'm still staying in San Diego, but I'm just headed a bit inland...for awhile, at least. I'll be settling into a quaint little standalone cottage in North Park with my boyfriend.
I'm excited, but I'm also nervous. I understand growth comes from change, but change also scares me. I'm leaving my place of comfort, my place of solitude, my place of so many memories and experiences and my tiny 500-square-feet section of familiarity in San Diego for essentially the unknown: a new space, a new neighborhood, a new commute, a new roommate, a new step forward in a relationship that I've never taken before.
This little, decrepit apartment of mine will always have a special space in my heart as I move towards the next chapter. But, as I begin to purge all of my material belongings to prep for packing it all away in boxes over the next few weeks, I know will full confidence that it is time. It's time for a fresh start, it's time for the next step in our relationship (when you know, you know, right?!) and it's time for some change...and a little discomfort as we settle into a new routine and a new shared space after both living alone for years.
And on a lighter note...who knew I was going to get so into interior decoration? I can't stop Pinteresting for inspiration on how to make this new space truly our own!