I moved!

It’s wild counting how many times I have moved in adulthood, maybe 9 times in the last 6 years. Yet, something about this move deeply messed with my mental head space. About two weeks before the move I fell into a depression, anxiety spiral. I was scared of the unknown. Of doing yet another thing alone.

I’m fiercely independent and am usually very proud of being so. But I did not want to do this move alone. I wanted my parents and friends to rally around me and give me support and help, I wanted people to ask me what I was excited about and to care that I was doing a big and brave thing. I craved community and to be witnessed and celebrated.

The move went the same as it has the last three times I moved. I packed everything I own into my little transit van and moved myself. I hauled all my belongings, organized all the boxes, and unpacked everything alone. Yes, this does make me feel like a badass but it also makes me feel lonely.

I don’t want to keep doing it all alone. I want to invite others to share in the journey with me. I’m making it a goal to reach out to friends and family and tell them ways they can support me. And asking how I can support them better. I’m proud of myself for facing fears and relying on myself to be brave. The thing is, I know I can be even braver with support from my people.

Take a peek at my colorful new studio :)