Just moved to a new city and..

Context: I was aware that the 3 or so months before I officially moved to New York, I didn’t feel like me. I had an idea of what I would feel like whenever I did feel like me again. I was yearning to feel that growth. I was yearning to be that idea of myself. And I was stuck in a place where I wasn’t old me and I couldn’t be new me. 

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I have reached the point where I have adopted that “new idea” of myself into my identity. I put it in quotes because it’s not just an idea of myself. It’s real now. 

I can’t help but notice the fullness of what that “in between” identity was like. In the moment, it felt like I was nothing. Looking back, it was definitely something. I think that emotional experience taught me the patience of waiting. The beauty of stepping back and seeing it. Not triggered out of sorrow or nostalgia or regret. But time.