Good evening beautiful readers and happy New Year to you all. I hope this year meets you with happiness, warmth and the kind of good energy that follows you wherever this year leads
I cannot believe it is January. Finally January. This month opens like a blank page, full of possibilities waiting to be written. It also happens to be my birthday month which makes it a little extra special to me. And to all my fellow January babies, happy birthday. I hope your celebrations feel just as cozy and joyful.
This evening is one I’ve been looking forward to, finally settled enough to write. I have been craving this quiet pocket of time all day, knowing I would eventually land here with my thoughts once everything slowed.
Wednesday marked my final day at work and the mental lightness since then has been incredible. I did not realize how much space I needed until I finally had it. Now my days feel open. The books I’ve ignored for months are finally getting my attention, and I can also fill my days with baking, quiet moments and extra love for myself, my husband and our fur babies.
Today was a full one for us. A day that leaves you physically drained, mentally alive and emotionally full. We spent most of our hours hopping from furniture store to furniture store, dreaming out loud and pointing at pieces that felt like they could belong to us. Before the adventure officially began we grabbed something quick to eat and treated ourselves to Starbucks, which felt like the unofficial start button to a very grown up day.
We close in exactly one week. Writing that is still surreal. I think it is finally sinking in that this is really happening. Not just paperwork and plans, but an actual home waiting for us. Five different showrooms later we found ourselves lingering far longer than expected in one spot, wandering aisles, testing cushions, and building a wishlist that made everything suddenly real. We are planning to head back next weekend with a measurements so we can figure out what size couch will fit our future living room without overwhelming it.
Furniture shopping should really come with a warning label. Everything we loved came with a price tag that made us pause, laugh, and quietly question our life choices. Still it was genuinely fun trying to find pieces that felt like us and imagining them filling rooms we have only seen empty so far.
Back at the apartment life currently looks like organized chaos. Boxes are stacked everywhere, though yesterday I managed to corral most of them neatly into a corner. Packing has turned into a rhythm lately. Last night my husband and I taped, folded and sorted until hunger called us to the couch. We put on a movie with every intention of getting back to work afterward, only to drift off the moment the credits rolled. As everything gets packed away, I am also looking forward to donating items that no longer belong in this season of life.
The rooms are starting to echo now. Walls look bigger, shelves look bare, and the apartment is slowly preparing us for goodbye. Soon everything will be sealed up and labeled, and this chapter will officially close. Tomorrow is reserved for rest and come Monday, I am diving back into finish everything properly while my husband is at work, leaving only the essentials behind.
All I want is for everything to be ready so loading the moving truck can be simple and quick. I am craving that moment when it is done, when the door closes behind us, and the next one opens.
So here we are:
A calendar finally wide open.
One long day spent choosing comfort and dreaming in aisles.
One countdown quietly ticking toward a front door with our name on it.
A living space slowly emptying, box by box.
And me, caught between memory and anticipation, ready for the next chapter.
