A Love Letter To My First New York City Apartment.

Choosing to move across the country has a special kind of beauty to it. The universe would pull me to New York to heal. It is here that I would unravel, only to come back into the wholeness of myself. I am grateful for those four walls that became my healing sanctuary and a place in which I could grief with grace. A space in which I should see where my faults lay and where the inner work needed to be done. ⠀

The solitude I experienced here for the last three years gifted me a softness in seeing my past trauma with a grown lens of compassion. And while life has been unkind in some ways, there was a protection in rejection I needed to understand. ⠀

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Healing is a messy, dark, and private journey we each have to take, but I’m grateful I had this space that held space for me to grow…

Ps. Below is my beautiful healing sanctuary. What a privilege to have created this beautiful space in the span of three years. I will treasure this energy always, thank you God.

You can watch/listen to my love letter below -