i’ve taken on a new garment of being opposed to big change. in my adolescence, the only way to thrive was to be in constant change (of course, adolescence is all about change and shifting from one season to the next in an abrupt manner). i was always changing my style, the set up of my room, my thoughts and beliefs. i was always rearranging.
there is nothing that encompasses change more than the seasons and the turn of the earth. spring is especially noted for its newness and life-giving attributes and, in my opinion, is stark in its difference to the prior winter season.
while i’ve been growing, i’ve come to part ways with my fickle self to find comfort in nesting. i found joy and rest in a space that was established and “lived-in”. its like shoes. when you first buy them they’re stiff, but after you break them in they’re the perfect fit.
i’m moving in 2 days to a house in grant park. this past year has been nothing but hopping from one place to another. in other areas of my life, i feel like there has been no consistency. nothing steady. while i am completely open to change and the benefits of picking everything up and moving across town, i’m feeling a little burdened by the weight of having to re-establish a living space when the space i was in was a perfect fit.
my nest has been boxed up and will be moved on saturday morning. it is really fitting for this all to happen in the middle of a season that is all about restoration and new life. here’s to a new home and a chance to grow.