Today was a very bittersweet day for me and my family. Moving from the house you’ve lived in for sixteen years is never an easy thing. And as sad and hard as it is, I took this task of finding the happy and I will do my best to continue to find it. This week my happiness was the beautiful memories I had living in my home. Many were spent in trees around my house or in my closet when I felt like hiding was the best thing to do. And sixteen years later I still seemed to believe that logic. Unfortunately, hiding from problems never solves them; it only numbs them for a time.
I cherish my memories very much, sometimes I feel like they’re all I have when life seems out of control. So to leave the place with all my memories was very difficult…but like I say quite a lot: the cool thing about moments is, that when one passes, another one begins. So as hard as this moment is, I embrace it and remember the good ones. And to help myself, I captured a few places around my house. Bear in mind I’m not a photographer, but I enjoyed capturing these moments.
Here’s to a new adventure, here’s to optimism, here’s to every beautiful moment, and to all the future memories. Here’s to Happy!
So in conclusion, I chose to quote the ending monologue from my favorite musical:
“And that was that. Is this the end or the beginning…this is my rage. This is my love. This is my town. And this is my city. This is my life.”