My house was broken into last week, while I was in Seattle.
It’s the third time.
We’re moving. As soon as we can.
But, of course, it’s not as simple as that.
It’s the feeling unsafe when we’re home, worried when we’re gone.
It’s never feeling really home-y.
It’s knowing how much we love this house, how much it symbolized (my first studio! Our first not-apartment!) and how we’ve lost all that fondness.
It’s the wondering if they’re watching us or if they know us or if if if.
It’s not knowing how we’re going to afford everything involved in moving (deposits, rent, getting all the utilities turned on, moving truck).
It’s feeling like someone else (some very bad, very violating person) is dictating the timing of this big decision.
I considered not writing about it.
It feels personal. And raw. And scary.
But my goal with this space is to share my own experience in crafting a business. And that means sharing these unpleasant aspects where “personal” comes crashing into “business” and everything feels like it might crack apart.
Also, this impending move is prompting a bit of a sabbatical, which I’ll talk more about tomorrow.
Until then, I’d appreciate words of encouragement, but no you-should-have-alreadys, please.
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