I'm Moving Out

"The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we're moving."

-Oliver Wendell Holmes

I am moving out, moving out of the white picket fence, picture-perfect home I have constructed in my mind into the crystal-clear glass home of my heart. A glass home where people can see right through the place where I truly live. I will no longer live under limitations based off of what will create a prettier frame. I will no longer handpick what I acknowledge and showcase. Rather, I will frame anything and everything through the looking glass.

In this glass home, I will unpack the items from my picture-perfect imagination and welcome the company of hidden baggage that collected dust in a forbidden attic. Exposure and honesty, that is glass. Exposure and honesty, that is reality.

To live like glass would be to live a sturdy, yet delicate, and translucent life. To live like glass is to be prepared to risk crumbling into little cracked pieces knowing that nothing worthwhile is ever easy to put back together. While my white picket fence, picture-perfect home had walls made of bricks, I know bricks are not the necessity to strength. I am moving out, because I am done paying rent over what I only choose to afford. Money is more well-spent when one sees just exactly what they are purchasing, when one fully knows the financial commitment they are becoming involved in, right?

So see ya later, white picket fences and picture-perfect homes. You will see me later when I allow you to see right through me, framing anything and everything through the looking glass.