Surrounded by boxes

It has been a month already since I moved to my new place, and I am still surrounded by boxes. It’s been a month since the day I packed 11 years of my life and moved to my new home. Some days, I open my eyes in the morning and forget where I am. I try to get familiar with every corner, every wall, and every little space. There is a beautiful sunset every afternoon on my balcony. When I feel lost, I look outside, take a deep breath, and remind myself that everything will be okay. I will be okay. I am surrounded by boxes and memories that I try to fit into my new place and my new life. It’s been a month, and I rush to make sense of everything. When that happens, I remind myself that in order to move forward, I only need to put one foot in front of the other, one day at a time. I remind myself that it’s okay to be surrounded by a few boxes, and I remind myself to take my time discovering what this stage of my life will bring.