A New Apartment, A New Me: Hello Change.

I recently moved into this gorgeous apartment with my lover, white walls that feel like a blank page, and a balcony I’m so excited to adorn with plants. A place where I can finally start anew. And yet, between the excitement and the curated aesthetic, a quieter voice whispered, 'Can I actually do this?' I couldn't help but wonder, do new beginnings ever truly arrive without a whisper of doubt, a shadow of the past? New beginnings are rarely just pretty. They’re layered, aren't they? Like packing paper around old wounds and new intentions, each fold revealing a truth you thought you’d neatly tucked away. It’s a delicate dance between letting go and leaning in, a risk, but one that feels undeniably radiant. Perhaps this feeling, this raw, unvarnished question of 'Is this anything?' is precisely the point. It’s the pause before the next great leap, the quiet before the symphony. It’s the moment we allow ourselves to be truly seen, not just by others, but by ourselves, in all our messy, magnificent becoming. And in that vulnerability, perhaps, lies the truest belonging of all.