Embracing change and the big feelings that come with it

At the end of April, my husband and I moved into our new home.?

Prior to our move, we lived in a high-rise in Houston that we adored. Not only was it a beautiful, comfortable space, but it was also within walking distance of my favorite cafes and grocery store.

We knew that wasn’t where we would always live. My husband, Spiros, and I dreamed of buying a house we could call home. We wanted a space that would allow us to host family and friends and a neighborhood where we could cultivate a sense of community. When we finally found the perfect place, we were ecstatic. It’s an historic home in one of our favorite neighborhoods. We’ve spent the last two years remodeling it and making it our own.

While this post might seem like it’s about sharing my experience of moving, it’s really about something a lot bigger and deeper: Change. I found something very surprising about our move in April. While I really wanted to move and was so excited to finally be in the home we had been remodeling for years, it was also really hard, and I was really sad to leave our highrise.?

As our moving date crept closer, I started to feel really sentimental about our apartment. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened there, including some of my favorite memories and pivotal moments in my life: I got married on the rooftop before we went to Mexico to celebrate with all of our family and friends. I made the decision to transition Student Maid there, so the space represents courage and following my heart. My husband and I signed the closing documents for our new house in the kitchen, and that kitchen is where we talked about the dreams and plans we have for our life. It was a small apartment, but it held so many of the most meaningful memories in my life so far.?

When moving day finally arrived, I found myself resisting it. Instead of packing boxes, I sat in the middle of the empty living room on the last piece of furniture we had left and just looked around the room. I was soaking up the fact that this was going to be my last time in this place that held so much significance. And then—surrounded by our movers and not a single ounce of privacy—tears started streaming down my cheeks.

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