IT'S MOVING DAY

Who knew moving could be so, oh I don't know, exhausting?
All day Thursday I had been packing, cleaning, sorting, filling up countless boxes with items I didn't even know I had or items I just simply love and couldn't live without, that have become a staple to my life in Utah (you get the idea) all in preparation for my big moving day yesterday.
For my friends that helped with the move, thank you. For my friends who turned my life around in that small space of B21, thank you. But especially thank you, for my sisters who showed me how to live fully, eat ice cream completely, and laugh whole heartily. For my sisters who participated in numerous giddy late night talks, Friends quoting, "Pizza. We like Pizza!" For my sisters who I always could count on for date night outfit critiques, and staying up to swoon afterwards. For my sisters who knew that Tuesday nights were movie nights. For my sisters who have added their shaping, and colors into the masterpiece of my grand life, I thank you. I thank you for showing me what a true friend is, and how to be one.
It's really ironic, moving is. Because when you move from a place, it's almost like closing a chapter and starting a new one, actually that's exactly what it is. I moved out of my home sweet home, and transferred my entire life next door, and up two flights of stairs. It's more than just filling up boxes with material possessions, it's realizing that things just won't be exactly the same and embracing that truth. It's bringing pieces of the last chapter, and hoping that some of the best parts won't be lost, but will be salvaged and somehow still there despite the enormous amount of change that your life is undertaking.
Moving. I'm moving forward. I'm moving in the direction that I want to be in. This home is a new home, ready to cultivate fresh ideas and habits, but nonetheless, this is home still filled with full boxes and a soul full of happiness.