This is very relatable to my life. I’ve had many restarts. From the age of nineteen, moving away from my home to marry and live in a completely foreign land – Texas, to four years ago moving from my ancient home in Colorado to a small apartment in Wyoming.
In between there were many restarts, but probably the biggest was leaving our home of twenty years after our youngest left for college. We moved two thousand miles away. It was the worst thing, being a new person in a new home, without my best friend, my daughter. It was hell. Then after numerous trips back and forth, we settled in Houston where there was a new job, new home and different lifestyle once again.
Skip forward to retirement for my husband and moving home near the grandkids, heaven. Then five years ago my husband passed away from esophageal cancer and a huge restart was required. So I understand this concept. I guess you never want to get comfortable with your life because there is always a new start around the corner.