I feel like 2019 was my graduation year.
I feel like 2020 is the summer before I go to the next thing. I'm thinking about what to pack, how much space there will be for my things. I don't need to take all my stuff, but I'm not sure exactly what I'll need. But that's okay. I'll adjust when I get there.
What I want is space. Space to spread my arms wide and dance or do yoga poses or walk all the way around furniture, or walk through a green open space from my front door.
For now I'll make do in my current space while I continue to form the next space.