So I guess, just like my physical journal, I’m failing to keep up with this digital one too. To be fair, I just finished moving—but no excuses. I’m coming up with a plan.

Anyway… I’m officially living on my own. Out of the house. A real adult. It’s kind of surreal. The first night, I won’t lie, was hard. I felt a little lonely. My parents’ house was always so chaotic. Animals everywhere, barking, meowing, squawking—someone always yelling something from another room. The TV was basically on full volume 24/7. There was never a quiet moment. The energy was just loud. Coming here, where it was calm and still… it felt off. I thought I’d love the peace, but instead I felt uneasy. I realized I’d grown so used to the chaos that it started to feel like comfort. Like home.

That first night, the silence was almost eerie. I had every light on, music playing from my laptop, videos going on my phone—just trying to recreate the noise I thought I hated. After wishing for stillness for so long, I found myself trying to rebuild the very chaos I swore I wanted to leave behind. Because it felt familiar. And comfort, apparently, isn’t always comfortable.

If there’s one thing I’ve taken from all this—this move, this whole new chapter—it’s that discomfort isn’t a bad thing. It’s actually where all the good stuff starts. You have to sit in the weirdness of change before it starts to feel normal. You have to let yourself be unsettled for a bit. That first night was rough, but slowly, I’m adjusting. I’m learning to enjoy the quiet. I’m learning to just be with myself, without the background noise.

Oh—and one of the first nights I was here, I found a homeless man asleep on my front porch. Definitely a moment. Scary, yeah. But I got through it. Like I’m getting through all of this.

So if you’re waiting for the “right time” to make a move, or start over, or do something different—this is your sign. It won’t feel perfect. It probably won’t feel comfortable at first. But that’s okay. That’s the point. Growth doesn’t happen where things are easy—it happens where things are quiet, and new, and sometimes kind of scary. And trust me, it’s worth it.