My new apartment

This past week I had to move to a new apartment two buildings over from my old apartment, because the lease was up. An older, smaller, dingier apartment than my other one. I complained about it the entire time I was moving.

"It's like a cross between the Great Depression and a bad 70s motel room up in here."

"When was this building built, the 1860s?"

I muttered and grumbled and generally surrounded myself with a cloud of dissatisfaction.

And now, freshly moved in to my much smaller, much older, much dingier room, I find myself truly loving it. Bigger is not always better. Newer is not always nicer. When there is room for improvement, I find myself improving, instead of settling into complacency.

Happiness is not what you have but what you do with what you are given. I let myself be miserable for an entire week and a half, instead of seeing the world of possibility in change. Lesson learned.

~Christina