on change

We mark 6.5 months in Hawaii with a move out of the townhouse into a home up the street.
I try to not get sentimental about moves but I am who I am 🙃. This was the first place we lived together, hosted friends, got to know this place and more of each other.
I’ll miss little particular things that are different from the little particular things that I miss from each of the 10 other places I’ve lived in my adult life. Each a very specific moment in time with specific growth.
My ego doesn’t tend to like change- it wants the familiar, known, safe. As one of my favorite teachers says, you can never see what you’ll gain, only what you will lose. In some ways the next place is always better than the last.
I learned a few more things here about what I want in a home- I really love to be able to walk out my door easily for miles (we’re on a highway without sidewalks). I love having and being kind neighbors. Having lots of different spots in a space to sit, read, and/or be outside is perfect. Acoustic separation is invaluable. HOAs are lame. (We all knew that)
When we left our apartments in Portland, I said Bye apartment thanks for the memories! And Chris said ‘F you apartment!’ And this is one of many reasons why we work- just opposite enough for some friction 💥 🔥
Onward and upward! Literally... we’re moving up the hill 😆