Guess what?

I’m moving in two weeks!

On December 1, Amy and I are leaving the apartment that defined our mid-20s and moving into a condo that’s better suited for our “almost 30” state of mind.

For starters, there’s two washrooms which is a big deal for roommates who have had to fight over the shower for years. There’s also air conditioning and ensuite laundry which are basic necessities that we’ve somehow managed to live without (first world problems, I know). Bonus: there’s a gym, a yoga studio and a rock climbing facility so maybe – just maybe – we’ll gain some consistency on the never-ending roller coaster ride that is our fitness journey.

Aesthetics aside, moving into a new place is especially important to me because I’m not the same person I was when I moved into my current apartment. At 24 years old, my anxiety was at an all-time high, I was unfulfilled at work and I was too consumed by the hype of city livin’ to really focus on making my home feel like a home.

I still remember move-in day as if it were yesterday; it was the first and only place we looked at when we decided to move to Toronto. We walked through the doors and instantly knew it was “the one.”

If only dating were that easy…

It’s been three and a half years since we made the move and my heart gets all warm and fuzzy when I look back on everything we’ve been through.

Amy and I sitting on our new couch after we'd finish poking holes in with a protractor. Really, IKEA, you couldn't think of a better process?

We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve hosted dinners, celebrated birthdays, had slumber parties, played games, order pizzas, spilled wine, killed spiders, set off the smoke alarm and even let a family of pigeons take our balcony hostage.

We got ready for dates; “is this too revealing?” We debriefed after dates; “well that was a waste of time.” We experienced promotions and demotions and an onslaught of mixed emotions.

Of course, we’ve also had our share of crappy experiences like being woken up in the middle of the night by the sounds of a woman yelling in the hallway, banging on every door until the cops came to calm her down. Or that time our apartment got broken into while we were out and we spent weeks afterwards unable to sleep unless there was a stack of chairs pushed up against the front door.

It’s been a wild and wonderful ride, but I’m so ready for what’s next.

Funny enough, when we went to the viewing of our new place, we had the exact same feeling that we had all those years ago; we stepped inside, looked back at each other and knew without question that it would be our next home.

You see, as I moved further and further along on my personal development journey, I knew deep in my soul that I was ready for a change of scenery and that this next stage of my life would require a different kind of energy.

I had been wanting to move for so long and had been visualizing my dream condo for months on end. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, to the kitchen island, to the colour of the walls – I asked and the universe delivered. Delivered to a tee.

Thoughts become things, my friends, thoughts become things.

Now that I’ve secured the right space, I’m turning my attention to my actual belongings and starting to get rid of the things that no longer bring me joy. That mirror with a chipped frame? Bye. That textbook I forgot to sell after university? Bye. That dress I was hoping to fit into one day? Double bye.

New place, new me.

I want to appreciate the simple joys in life. I want to think minimally and remember that less is more. I want my new environment to be bright and light and full of good vibes. I want to feel energized every morning. I want to feel zen every night. I want to be clean and organized and surrounded by fresh flowers. I want to befriend my neighbours and throw holiday parties and, hey, maybe I’ll even try baking! Or at least figure out how to crack eggs without having to pick out pieces of shell afterward.

All this to say… your home should be a reflection of your heart. If you’re ready for a change, make a change. Declutter, redecorate or just get up and move. You’re growing and changing and becoming a different person each and every day. Give yourself permission to let go of the things that no longer serve you and start moving towards the things that do.

It’s the best feeling ever.

One step closer to there,

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