There’s something powerful about turning the key one last time on a place that has held so many pieces of your story. I’m preparing to move from my little apartment, a space that once represented independence, survival, and healing, into a new home that represents peace, stability, and expansion.
When I first moved into this apartment, it was just me and my boys. I was a year out after separating from the father of my children, was working part-time, raising two kids, running to football practices, driving an hour each way to school, to work, and back again. I was managing on barely a quarter of the child support I should have received, and still, somehow, we made it. I made it.
That apartment became a symbol of strength. It was my proof that I could hold it all together when life felt like too much. I signed that lease with hope and exhaustion in equal measure, and never realized that one month later, my world would shift again with the sudden and unexpected loss of my precious mum.
For a long time, my kids and I didn’t really live in the apartment; we honestly just existed in its walls. Together, my boys and I did our best to get through the motions, numb but surviving. Then, slowly, as the fog of grief lifted, we started spending more time enjoying our space. Their laughter filled the walls. The quiet became comforting, and the heaviness started to lift. The space began to feel alive. It became our home.
Over the years, life continued to evolve within those four walls. We introduced my dad into our home after Mum’s passing. Later, my now-husband joined our little family, and our cozy two-bedroom apartment became the hub of love, laughter, and late-night talks, even if it meant turning the dining area into our makeshift “bedroom nook.”
Now, almost four years later, we’re preparing to move again, this time into a beautiful home with enough bedrooms for everyone, plus a guest room, a yard for the boys, and even a garage. We’ll finally have space to breathe. And yet… as excited as I am, I can feel that little tug in my chest, that emotional mix of joy, nostalgia, and the bittersweet awareness that this move closes a chapter that has truly transformed and shaped me.
Change Is Both an Ending and a Beginning
It’s easy to focus on the logistics of moving - the boxes, the cleaning, the checklists - but emotionally, moving is something much deeper. It’s saying goodbye to who you were when you walked into that space and acknowledging everything that’s happened since.
For me, this move feels like releasing the version of myself who fought so hard to stay afloat. The one who learned how strong she really was. I’m stepping into a season where life feels stable, supported, and abundant, but to do that, I have to honour the woman who carried me here.
A Mindset of Grace Through Transition
If you’re going through a big transition, a move, a new job, a relationship change, or any major life shift, here are a few reminders that are helping me stay grounded through this intentional period of transition:
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Honour what was. Take a moment to walk through your old space and express gratitude for what it gave you — the lessons, the memories, the growth.
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Allow mixed emotions. You can be excited and sad at the same time. Both can exist, and both are valid.
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Visualize the new energy. Before stepping into your new space, imagine how you want it to feel. Peaceful? Joyful? Safe? Bring that intention with you.
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Trust your evolution. You’ve faced hard things before, and through every chapter — even the painful ones — you’ve been gracefully preparing for this moment.
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Celebrate your growth. Moving isn’t just a physical act; it’s emotional proof that you’ve outgrown where you’ve been. How inspiring is that?
As I prepare to hand over the keys, I’m realizing this move isn’t just about leaving an apartment — it’s about stepping into a new vibration of life. One that reflects everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve healed from, and everything I’m still becoming.
This next home isn’t just bigger. It’s a symbol of expansion — of hope, of love, and of faith that life continues to bloom, even after seasons of loss and uncertainty. And as I pack and unpack boxes and memories in the weeks ahead, I’ll carry one truth with me: every ending is simply another form of beginning.
Affirmation for Transition
“I release the past with gratitude and step forward with peace. Every ending in my life makes room for something even more aligned.”
Cheers,
Coach Jo <3
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