Packing up my apartment this week. Alot of emotions, of course. Because it’s me lol.

I moved into this apartment over six years ago. My Mom helped me. I was rebuilding my broken life. Well. I should qualify my third time broken life. I have skills lol.

It took me a full two years before I was sitting on my couch and realized, “This is MY place. It is all mine”.

So I set about decorating in pinks and white. (That has since changed to brighter colors.) Because I could. Tons of fluffy pillows and blankets. And sparkle.

I had never lived alone before.

It was excited but over time became lonely. But still. So many memories.

Change isn’t easy for me. Moving in the past 15 years has always meant something was broken in life. I’m excited about my adventure. But also nervous. Sad. Worried.

I’m thankful that God helped me find this home. It was Him who found this place for me. A quiet third story two bed, two bath, looking out onto the mountains, a church cross and the American flag. What more can you ask for?

It was here that I rebuilt my life. So much growth and healing happened here. I found myself and learned to love myself. The complete chaotic mess that I can be. I embrace that crazy girl. She’s fun and pretty nice. I like her most days.

I learned that sometimes a broken life happens to you. Not because of you. I learned that feelings are hard sometimes. But feeling is good. If you don’t have the sadness, you don’t ever experience the joy.

So here’s to new adventures. Closing a chapter and starting a new one.

And reminding myself that just because past change was never good, doesn’t mean all change is bad.

I’m going to crush this!