I’m slowly saying goodbye to my home

Just feeling bittersweet about moving house. This is the first time I (25F) have lived in a flat which I really liked, with my own furniture (I’m really attached to my couches and lamp).

I have been quite attached to the idea of renewing my lease and having my own rental, but I have recently decided to give up these “plans”. I am accepting that the last photo can still mean peace, and not to be too attached to the idea of staying in one place.

As someone who has had to move around too much, this is one of the first times I feel like it is my choice, although it is bittersweet, and I am trusting in God that there is more to life than having the perfect house. I am trusting in God for what is next.