i’m moving& I have just been in plan/pack/execute mode nonstop and then the idea hit me: that i’m leaving not just SF — which doesn’t rly bother me bc i’ll be back here often enough i’m sure — but i’m leaving my room & apartment.
-so many things- happened to me in this space. seeing it halfway packed up…torn down…is just really poignant . i know the memories are all in the past anyway, they’re done.
it’s been an insane three years seriously i think for everyone.
“your new life is going to cost your old one.”
that’s a tweet i saw a long time back, like at least 1.5 years ago? probably longer? which i knew was true at the time and could faintly resonate with to something i never think about but just _live authentically_
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