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I have come to a resting place. I am caught. I am safe. I am on solid ground. I have my own storage space, within my own dwelling. I don’t have to spend money on movers or cabs in order to move items from one place to another.

I can get things done right here from my studio apartment. This is what I’ve completed.

For two years, I distracted myself with the material and the physical. I allowed for more things to pile up until it started to get uncomfortable and crowded. I was overstuffed. I was overwhelmed. I had no balance, or had any sense of control with my desires and the accumulation.

I am now able to see just how gigantic that pile has become. I wouldn’t have been able to see if I didn’t slow down. If I hadn’t taken the time to reflect. To enjoy this place that I have. It is my favourite resting place, full of art on the walls. My colours. My favourite things. I’m lucky and grateful to have this safe space.

By mid-year, June/July, unless I decide to extend the lease, I will have exactly one more year left in this studio, I want that milestone to matter.