I recently decided to move.

Out of the sheer necessity to start a new life. Moving away from the poisonous grapevine that comes with living in a city you call home, for far too long.

I knew it was time when I kept hearing about other people’s business, without asking, as if a) it mattered or b) they were worth talking about.

But the reality is when you live in a space for more than 10 years, you create a home. And friends. And memories.

I don’t necessarily want to forget that.

And I wish I could teleport the handful of people I love about to my new surroundings.

But the element of fear that follows me for staying in a comfort zone is much harder.