Packing Up Dreams Is Heavier Than Packing a Suitcase

I dread packing.

I’ve lived out of backpacks, dragged suitcases across oceans — and somehow, it never gets easier.

I can pack a carry-on like a pro. That part I’ve mastered.

But the rest? It always feels messier.

Maybe that’s because life feels messy right now.

Louder. Heavier.

Like I’m still untangling a dream I carried so carefully — one that didn’t unfold the way I imagined.

There’s grief in that.

Not just in what was lost, but in the quiet realization that I have to re-dream it all.

Redefine what the future looks like.

Ask myself again: What do I really want now?

And the truth is — any road I choose from here will take work.

None of it will come easy.

But I’ve never been someone who stays still.

I move with my gut. I chase what makes me feel most alive.

Sometimes that looks like a slow morning with coffee in my hands on a beautiful patio.

Sometimes it’s a one-way ticket to someplace unknown.

But the common thread is this: I choose it.

Fully. Fiercely. For me.

Even when I don’t know what comes next, I know this:

I’ve built a life that keeps evolving.

And I’m learning to be grateful — even in the quiet, even in the undone parts.

Even when it hurts.

Because no matter how heavy the suitcase — or the dreams packed inside it —

I still have the courage to carry them.