Ever moved house thinking it would be easy?

Yeah, me too. Big mistake.

You start off feeling productive.

Boxes. Tape. A to-do list. Maybe a Spotify playlist called “Fresh Start”.

Three drawers in, you’re sweating like a priest in a nightclub.

By the time you hit the closet, you’ve entered an emotional black hole:

Old letters. Photos. That one hoodie you only wore during breakups.

And the charger for a phone that died before COVID. Just in case.

Moving isn’t just moving.

It’s a full-blown identity crisis with packing peanuts.

You start asking yourself deep questions:

“Do I really need 12 mugs?”

“Why did I keep my ex’s birthday card?”

“Am I a hoarder or just sentimental with bad taste?”

But here’s the truth:

Moving is how you clean house in your life.

You let go of what weighs you down.

You carry what still matters.

And somehow, that’s enough.

So now I’m here.

Tired. Sore. Sitting on the floor of my new place, eating cold pizza,

drinking warm beer, surrounded by boxes and a weird sense of hope.

New chapter.

Same me… just with fewer cables.

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Ever been through a move like this?

Drop a comment, retweet if you relate — or if you're still hiding your first MP3 player in a shoebox somewhere.

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