Do you get the two-year itch?
An itch to switch things up. Maybe change jobs or move homes?
This seems to happen to me every 2 years.
I think it’s because for the past decade I’ve been moving in and out of places every two years.
That’s what your twenties are about. Trying new things, new careers, new homes, new lovers.
I’ve called this cabin home for two years now and I’ve been asking myself, what would it be like to stay?
To stay in one place for a long time. Or at least, longer than two years…
Would my home feel different? Or my sense of home?
Would it change around me? Would my sense of refuge deepen? Would I feel more settled? Would my sense of insecurity and instability calm down? Would I feel more rooted? Would I feel more seen? Would I feel more held?
I’m 30 now. A new decade, a new way of living. At least, it feels that way.
I still want to try new things, but do so while growing deep roots. Roots that are resilient, long, rich, and stable.
I love my home. Its beauty fills my spirit.
Thankful to call this cabin in the woods my home, my refuge.