I decided to move back home.
I made the move after my lease was up in my NYC apartment. COVID was rising, and I didn’t want to risk anything.
The reason why I moved back was to get back to me. Reset. Plan for what’s next, though I don’t know what that will be.
I was laid off from an overworked and underpaid job that didn’t respect their employees. I was freelancing and working to pay my bills and was severely burned out.
For several months, I didn’t have a routine while being home. I was always in my room, looking for the next opportunity to make money and build my career. I was eating everything and gained about 40 lbs. I stopped working out and binge-watched every show.
I knew what I wanted for my career and future, but I was going through a lot of emotions. Crying myself to sleep while trying to figure out my next plan and overthinking the past.
I finally hit the motions. Going to the gym. Taking walks around my neighborhood. Visiting my old home. Dancing in my room. Lip-syncing my favorite old songs. Reconnecting with old friends. Taking care of my family.
My family is teaching me how to be my old self again. Not to do too much work and to be grateful for what I have. How to be vulnerable again. How to grow. How to take care of myself. How to not stress myself out.
I knew I needed a break from New York City. I was always on the go, a workaholic. My hometown could give me what I needed (temporarily). I needed to see nature. I needed the smell of flowers to uplift my spirits. I needed sleep and naps to recuperate. I needed to not take myself for granted. I needed a career reset. I needed laughs with my family. I needed to reconnect with old friends. I had to do things for me. I needed to come home for a change of pace. A change of scenery and time. To think back over the past two years and everything that has happened.
I’m laughing more. Journaling. Working out to build muscle, not to lose weight. Stretching to get my flexibility back to how it used to be. Saying, “no,” to things that don’t satisfy or benefit me. Meditating.
Starting fresh on my terms, taking my time and having fun on the way.