The Thrill of Moving (again)...

I can't count how many times I've moved... but it's been a lot. When I was younger, I never thought much of it; the new town, new school, new friends. And in a way, I think each time we moved helped me as an adult through many of my struggles.

Still, the hardest move I can think of is back in Seattle. After being forced into homelesseness by my ex partner (will dump these details later on an upcoming podcast - thank you for having me on), I lost everything from the gifts giving to me over the years, to every picture, document and piece of my life up to that point. Decades of memories, washed away, thrown into a trash bin; dumped and forgotten.... so much like me.

After bouncing between friends and a micro airbnb I finally found nowhere else to go. With the bag of clothes and my dog, I made my way onto the street. And for as simple of a move as it was (one bag, one dog, one human), it was the hardest move I ever did.

And it was during this time, my ex partner and his cohorts continued with their onslaught, never relenting, never ceasing with their narrative, never taking their boots off my neck. Fully suffocated, they did not care if air was left for me to breathe.

Far removed and in a much better place now. It still hurts to think of their wickedness which carries on to this day. I bring this up, becuase once, where moving was a heartbreak, it now is hearfelt....I'm moving again and this time, I love it.... I love this chance I've been given. Love the people in my life. The reconnection to my family and an opportuinty to be more than I was, inspite of the odds. So thank you....to everyone who have helped me move; up, out, forward...on.