Environments can be toxic. In my case, the toxic environment was my home. Windy was my first home. She was my first real adult purchase and a space I resided for six years.
Windy was a space of transition. After college, she warmly welcomed myself and my newborn son. However, six years, four pets, and a collection of memories later… I’d outgrown Windy. I was no longer growing and oftentimes found myself living in the past. We were busting at the seams in every way possible. Quite frankly, I wasn’t willing to expend continued energy on a place I loathed more and more each day. The longer I stayed, the more I felt trapped and stifled.
Moving started off as a thought. Then turned into a persistent desire and eventually morphed into something my soul needed deeply. So, with the future unknown, I decided to put my house on the market and leave a space of familiarity in pursuit of happiness.
Within three days of my house hitting the market, it was under contract, launching our final search for a new home. By the end of the month, not only was my house sold, but the process was well-underway for the next purchase. I won’t lie and say it was a breeze. It was the complete opposite… But, moving and moving-on was an absolute need.
I’m forever grateful to Windy for sheltering and keeping us safe over the years. She holds a special place in my heart. Though, as much as I craved freedom, it was definitely time to set her free.
Our search for a new home began roughly two years ago, and in that time, there’s been abundance of personal growth. As I’m not longer living in negative thoughts and past experiences, I feel an abundance of peace and gratitude. It’s not easy to pack up your life and move, but sometimes it’s needed. My situation pertained to a home, but the same is true of any hindrance, whether it be an environment, job, or uncomfortable circumstance. “If you don’t like where you are, move. You are not a tree.”
Fifth of October 