I recently took a break from blogging because I was just having a hard time with it. I felt like I wasn’t really living my life and I had become hyper-focused on the approval that the little Heart Button can give. And then Real Life crashed in hard like a downhill cinder block on rollerskates and I didn’t have time to do anything online anyways.
I’ve just finished what has felt like a perpetual month of moving– mostly because it was only a few blocks away and thus a gradual process– but also because I am lazy and a procrastinator. And now… I’m finally here, finally settled(ish), and finally feeling like my head is screwed on tightly (somewhat) again.
It’s been a weird summer, to be honest. There’s something exceedingly odd about packing up your whole physical world into boxes and then trying to arrange them to fit into a new space– these past few weeks I’ve felt displaced, free, confined, exhausted, and excited… all in one swirl of a day. It’s enough to make anyone feel a little off.
But now, the dust is (literally) beginning to calm. Clothes are in a dresser. Pillows are on the bed. Books are neatly stacked on the shelves. And in a way, it’s renewal. It’s white walls and blank days. A chance to do things better. A chance to love people well. A chance to plant things and grow things and rearrange things and be all together new.
Summer is over. And life at The Plaza has just begun.