There’s a moment in life when you realize holding on is what’s been keeping you stuck. I didn’t expect moving out of the area I’ve called home for more than a decade to feel like this. It wasn’t just about leaving a place, it was about leaving versions of myself behind; the people, the moments, even the memories tucked into drawers and camera rolls. Letting go taught me that freedom isn’t about what you keep, it’s about what you’re finally willing to release. I’m still learning who I’m becoming, and maybe that’s the beauty of it.