This is my life now.

I'm panning around the room. Virtually nothing is mine. What have I done? I've moved my entire life into a storage unit on McClintock and am now living amongst someone elses stuff. A wave of self-doubt runs deep into my core. Did I do this right? Is there a wrong way to move your life? What if this wasn't the plan? It feels so...permanent.

Plagued with lingering questions in my mind, I began to breath. For the first time I just sat in the middle of the room and took it all in. This is my life now. It's filled with last minute flights, packing...and re-packing...and unpacking, and travel sized toothpaste. The last was my favorite part. How could something so small bring me such joy? It's incredible really.

For the first time in weeks I'm beginning to feel normal again; like I can fit here. There is a place for me here. Like a frayed and lost puzzle piece, come home to the bigger picture to which it belongs.

I'm sill amongst the stuff, the stuff that isn't my own, but it's all beginning to make sense.