What is a change for happiness, vs a change just to have an excuse that 'it's the one thing missing from doing your dream'?
I was disheartened. I didn't get a job I really thought I would. One that was based in Toronto. I've always said the best things that could happen- would happen- the second I give myself the chance in a new environment.
So I was spiteful and heart-set, and booked a one-way ticket. Zero job lined up, no apartment. Just a place to stay and bunk down for a month to see if it was even possible.
4 suitcases, one hell of a month, and way too much paperwork later- I sit in the bland bachelor apartment.
No warm lighting illuminates yet. Just a couch from Amazon, a desk, and the overhead lights.
Warmth in spaces builds naturally. I've been in enough dorms to know that by month 9, you're wondering "how everything is filled with so many memories" as you take down the pizza box cover turned art installation. I know I will miss my perfectly curated space in the basement of my parents' home, help only one staircase away.
But change is not bad.
It's new. And it's scary. And it's empty-
But I am positive that in a year, I will look at the walls in this place and wonder how I could ever call it cold.
