INFJ Woman

Apartment hunting in Boston feels a little surreal sometimes. One minute you’re walking along the waterfront thinking, “this is beautiful,” and the next minute you’re realizing the rent is $5,000 a month 😅

Touring apartments in the Seaport always feels like stepping into a completely different version of life — luxury gyms, rooftop lounges, floor-to-ceiling windows, and views that make you forget how expensive everything is for about five minutes.

Still can’t decide if I’m inspired… or terrified.

I’m truly blessed to live here. ❤️

Eight months ago I moved into a tiny 400 square foot apartment in downtown Boston with way too many boxes, way too much fear, and absolutely no idea if I was making the right decision.

There were nights I sat on the floor overwhelmed by the mess, the loneliness, and the feeling that I had completely started my life over.

But somewhere between the harbor walks, tiny coffee shops, late nights sewing handbags at my kitchen table, and learning the rhythm of this city… Boston started feeling like home.

I think sometimes we imagine growth as this beautiful, inspiring thing.

But a lot of the time it looks like uncertainty.
It looks like exhaustion.
It looks like building a new life one tiny decision at a time.

And maybe that’s the point.

Maybe becoming yourself is supposed to feel a little messy first.

If you’re in a season of starting over, this is your reminder that it’s okay if it doesn’t feel graceful yet. 🤍