It’s been a challenging few days what started on Friday turned into a full-blown move that wrapped up today, with sore muscles and every ounce of effort poured into packing, loading, and transferring utilities. And yet, it’s absolutely worth it. I had to leave behind something truly horrific that triggered my PTSD one I’m not at liberty to share but that upheaval made me confront how short life is and how little material things mean in the grand scheme. This move isn’t just a change of address; it’s my reclamation of safety, stability, and self within a fresh space. Physical movement lifting, sorting, organizing has been a lifesaver, helping me reconnect with body and mind, bolstering my mental clarity, self-esteem, and fight-or-flight response regulation . I’ve learned that it’s okay not to be okay and in fact, it’s brave to reach out, lean on others, and embrace healing, whether emotional or physical. Today marks the last load from my old place and the first step into my new one simple, imperfect, yet full of promise. I feel grateful, hopeful, and cautiously optimistic about building memories here. 💙