Thinking about maybe moving makes my head spin. I love this apartment like I've never loved any apartment before. I changed here. I figured things out here. I became a better me here. The windows are huge and the space is great and the wood floors are charming. Packing up boxes and looking for a new apartment is one of the last things on my list that I want to do right now. But sometimes you know that a change would be good for you down the line, even if actually making that change seems terrible at the moment. And that's where my head is at.
I love change. I love the feeling of changing up my routine. I love figuring out how to be happy in a new space. But the amount in which I hate packing boxes and packing a moving truck might is really high. I have yet to come to any type of conclusion on this issue. Stay tuned.