Ep 001 // Moving Out is Weird…
I was supposed to fly back to LA a week earlier but due to the fires, I had to delay my flight so I only had two weeks to sell, pack, and donate everything away.
Episode 1:
Moving out is a weird process, a collection of "lasts" you never really see coming.
I moved to Los Angeles 5 years ago and one day, without realizing, I laughed here for the last time. I turned the key here for the last time.
But before the last, there was the first. I walked in, ceilings taller than my dreams back then, thinking—there's room to grow here.
And I did.
I didn't know how much life would happen here. How many times I’d leave a party too soon, just to come back—to the quiet comfort of my best companion, tail wagging, always there to welcome me home.
At first, it was just a place. But somehow, it became a witness.
To late-night talks at 2 a.m., to one more bottle opened, one more cork signed.
To the chalkboard wall, filled with words that would outlive the moment.
To laughter and tears stretching into the morning,
Curled up on the sofa after a night out, the fire still flickering.
A quiet promise that this night, these people, would be remembered.
To the times I stood in the bathroom mirror, staring at my own reflection, trying to recognize who I was becoming.
Every corner here held a version of me.
The one who learned how to come home to myself.
The one who worked from morning to night to create her dream life.
The one who had to accept that some people who meant the most then, now don't mean much at all.
And the one who once dreamed of filling this space with love— to now leaving, to build a new life with the one she loves.
It's funny, in the end, it's not the big moments we miss most. It's the small, everyday "lasts" we never even noticed passing — The kind you don't realize you'll miss until you're packing.
I have no idea what's waiting for me on the other side of these walls, but my god, did I do so much living here. So much that, somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like home.
I guess that's how I knew it was time for somewhere new.
Maybe we never really leave a place.
Maybe we just leave versions of ourselves behind.
This place held me while I figured out who I was.
And now—
It's time for it to hold someone new.