Every Sunday I pack a bag to live somewhere else for the week.

This in-between season has been one of the most uncomfortable and most intentional times of my life.

I could make it easier.

I could settle.

I could sign the lease.

I can afford the apartment.

But I’ve learned what it costs to make permanent decisions just to solve a temporary feeling.

So for now, I’m choosing the stretch.

Trusting that not having all the answers doesn’t mean I’m lost, but it means I’m still searching.

Sometimes, that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.