I have to move. My roommate is getting more and more pregnant, everything is changing, our home is now ready for the baby. It is beautiful, but there is hardly any space left to study, live, breathe - to be. Therefore, I have to move. I hate it. I just got comfortable living here, in the Belmont area, Hilsboro Village. Our neighborhood is lovely - full of grass and greenery, playdates on the street, music in the basement. I finally found my perfect morning run routine, the best timing to do laundry, my favorite products at the Harris Teeter, our store next door. I just got here - about 2 months ago. I have already bought all my furniture, I hung some pictures on the wall, I discovered the shortest way to school and a secret hiding place for special moments. And now, I have to move. Again.
Moving feels like falling. It is uncertain, and exhausting. I started looking for apartments in our neighborhood, but most of the places are completely booked by now. I'll have to upper my pricerange, adjust my budget, change my preferences. I am wearing my pink summer dress and I am trying to feel light and fine. Actually, I should be good at this. I am used to moving - I have been moving all my life. I have lived in Bilzen, Hasselt, Leuven, Antwerp, Paris, Nashville, and for a while, half-time in the Netherlands. Except for the change of scenery, there has hardly been any consistency in my life. Luckily, I do have a solid place to come home to. In Belgium, that is, Spurkerweg 34, 3740 Bilzen. If you can find us on Google Maps, you might see the sheep in our garden and the lake in our backyard. I love to come home. But for now, I prefer to move.
I am quite sure that I will move one day to a place where I would actually want to stay. But for now, I am still working on my roadmap.