entering the void (again)

hello, old friend

I was 24 years old when my first boyfriend broke up with me. I thought it was the hardest thing I would ever experience.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

I was 25 years old when I left New York City for good, the place where I envisioned living forever. I thought that was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

I was 30 years old when I moved back home in with my parents after quitting the most stable job yet on my resume. I thought that was the hardest choice I had to make.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

I was 35 years old when I moved across country to PEI, with my parents, after leaving a shitshow of a situationship and living situation. I thought that was the hardest decision of my life.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

I was 37 years old when I moved across country (again) to Vancouver, during the pandemic, to a city where I didn’t know anyone. I thought that was the hardest trip of my life.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

I was 38 years old when I quit the second most stable car…