Next month will be a year since I moved to Austin. It’s crazy to think that I packed up my suitcase, my dog, put everything in storage and moved down here to start a new life. This has been a long time coming and I can’t believe the time is here. I’m really excited that I’ll get to finally move all my things out of storage and into my own place. This is the first time I’ve ever moved things across the state and it’s a little nerve wracking. I’ll probably do a little guide on how I did it and best tips, if any. At this point my brain is mush.
So I jotted down the things I need for my new place and it’s going to look like a whole new apartment. Talk about really starting over. I added a few things to my Amazon wishlist and have my eye on a few furniture pieces that in the coming months, will be in my new space.
For now, I’m just trying to take it all in. I’m just in awe how a year ago I took a risk and made a change for myself. Looking back on how everything happened, I feel like my life unraveled so that I won’t have anything tying me down. While it was happening, I was freaking out and completely stressed, not gonna lie. Now that I see why things happened the way they did, it only made sense that I had to make this move. Everything was pretty much in storage, I just had to pack my things and go. I didn’t have to move furniture, all that crazy mess because I already did that once I moved my big things into storage.
It was the next logical step… MOVE. So I did and I loved moving to Austin. I could write a whole ‘nother post about how much I love this city, but I’ll save it for another day.
Also looking back, I wished I had moved away from home sooner when I was in my 20’s. Back then though, I was in a long term relationship, waiting for a commitment that never came. I should’ve moved then, but I was so heartbroken that I needed to take things slow. And honestly moving while having such a big heartbreak from a 8 year relationship was the last thing I needed, so I stayed.
Things happen when the time is right and right now this was my time to leave the nest, sorta speak. To leave my comfort zone and believe me, I have been very uncomfortable since I left Dallas. To date, I have moved 5 times since I arrived to Austin. Some places I only stayed a week, or 2 months. But this move now is on my own terms and I finally found stability and at last getting settled.
I wouldn’t have been able to do it on my own. Thankfully, I had my family and my best friend Roman to help me with this big transition. The last time I recall moving across states was leaving my home of Puerto Rico to come to Texas. That move was really hard for me because I didn’t know English. I picked it up within a year and got accustomed to the culture after a year or two. But back then I was a kid, not an adult. I can’t even imagine how my mom did it, with two kids and only one job waiting for her once she landed in Dallas. She did it then and I could do it too, even if I don’t have a kid but you can count Monroe as my kid, right?
In the end, we need to take inventory of where we are in life and if things are not panning out, then seek plan B, C, or D. Because when it comes down to it, making a risky move can really be a piece of cake. All it takes is making that decision and then that decision followed by a plan, and then that plan followed by action. You see it through even when you go through the rockiest and bumpiest of rides, just keep going. That’s what I did and I’m finally exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I leave you with a photo of this apartment that totally inspired my new decor goals. Can’t wait!
So chic, am I right?!
I may be going off the radar for a few days while I move, unpack and get settled but feel free to follow me on Instagram Stories and/or Snapchat. ‘Til next time!
