30 Day Notice

Sometimes we forget that nothing is permanent. The lifestyle we have come to know has quickly dissipated without even realizing it. That is where I found myself today facing down my inbox writing to my landlord that I would be vacating my apartment in 30 days and returning to state of dependance I have not know since I was a teenager. When I pressed send on the email making it official that I would have to find a way to pack up the last 2 and a half years of my life, I knew I was about to start a journey to rebuild without out having solid ground under my feet.

I guess thats is where the hard work begins. Not just the physical labor of sorting, packing, and cleaning, but the emotional labor of grieving the life that I will be living behind. A life of vibrance color now slowly fading into the the monochromatic life that I never wanted. I guess if you have come here to read, welcome to my journey.