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Why I Hate Moving But Love Change


Dear Friends, Old and New,

 

The days are dwindling 'til I part with everything

My friends, my family, my home.

 

Leaving is difficult

But the outcome is amazing

New cities, new places, and new experiences.

 

Change is a breath of fresh air

A new start

A new beginning

A chance to change your ways.

 

Packing, woes, saying your goodbyes

Clearing out boxes of old memories that were set aside

That's when you're the happiest.

 

When you get comfortable in a place, it can be a good thing to move on

The comfort zone is a beautiful place to be, but nothing ever grows there.

 

The silken sad uncertainty when you first move will feel like you're the last leaf on a tree before winter begins

But you have to have acceptance to make yourself feel at home.

 

Every new beginning comes from another beginnings end

Your life doesn't get better by chance

It gets better by change.

 

Love Your Friend, Old and New

 

 

 

 
 
 
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