January 2022

My life:

Weighed down in contemplation, I voluntarily left my safe space. My home, my haven, my first apartment in Paris, France.

Why would I be so crazy? At the time it felt right. I pondered and fought upon this thought for months prior. I felt like I needed a new start. I repeatedly felt myself being antsy, angry, anxious, stressed, and overwhelmed. It felt like I’d exhausted every option to convince myself to stay in the city I fought so hard to expat in for the past 5 years. So at the beginning of the month, I gave my 30-day notice. That was it. It was official.

At the time, I didn’t realize how much I needed a tangible safe space that existed outside of my mind. It’s as if I thought I’d find it or curate it elsewhere. As I was approaching my final week abroad, I was let go from my second job. The job that I felt so confident to grow with. The job which was part of the reason I felt confident enough to leave my apartment in the first place because of multiple streams of income. Right? #girlboss

At the time, this felt right.

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