We're Moving

MJ Wynn
Nov 18
3 min read

Okay, y’all. Big news.

We’re moving. Like, actually moving out.

Out of the chaotic rental room I’ve been stuck in for way too long. Out of the place where “living” often felt like survival mode.

And honestly? I’m giddy.

I mean, y’all know the story—my girlfriend moved in with me a few months ago, and if you thought that was a big adjustment, try cramming two lives, three cats, four fans, an air purifier, and all of our random crap into one tiny room. But here’s the thing—we barely fight over space. Honestly, it’s wild how it just… works. Her things are my things, my things are hers, and somehow it all just fits without anyone losing their mind. It’s cozy chaos in the absolute best way, the kind of chaos that makes you laugh at 2 a.m. because the cats are fighting over a blanket and you’re both too tired to care. Living together is messy, hilarious, and kind of perfect—and the funny part? Only people who actually live with their partners and love them will get it.

But now? We’re moving into our own space, and I can feel my brain letting out a sigh of relief just thinking about it.

This isn’t just about boxes and keys and figuring out which couch fits where. It’s about finally claiming a space that feels like ours. A place where our cats aren’t cramped into corners like they’re doing time, where our stuff can live without constantly negotiating for shelf space, and where we can roll joints, binge TV shows, and scream-sing “All Too Well”(10 minute version) without anyone side-eyeing us.

Honestly, it’s kind of surreal. I’ve dreamed of a space like this for years—somewhere that’s chaotic but ours, cozy but ours, a little messy but ours. And now it’s happening. Finally. After living in situations where I had to constantly minimize my life, my happiness, it feels revolutionary to just… take up space.

And let me tell you—I’m grateful. My girlfriend has been my hype woman, my calm in the storm, my co-conspirator in this madness. Living with someone you’ve known almost your entire life and still genuinely loving how weird and ridiculous they are? That’s rare, and honestly, it’s worth every cardboard box we’ll curse at during this move.

I keep imagining the little things—morning coffee on our own deck, dinner in a kitchen that’s set up exactly how we like it. Every little detail feels like freedom. Freedom tastes so good, y’all, I might just eat it straight from the jar.

And yes—moving is still stressful. Packing is stressful. Cats in boxes is stressful. But this is the kind of stress that makes your heart thump with excitement instead of dread. The kind that comes from building a life you actually want instead of just surviving in someone else’s.

So yeah—huge life update. We’re moving. And it’s not just about new walls and floors. It’s about building a life that feels like ours. A space where we can be soft, loud, messy, stoned, affectionate, and unapologetically us.

I don’t know exactly what the next chapter will look like, but I’m ready. For the first time in a while, it feels like we’re not just existing—we’re actually living. And honestly? That’s pretty damn magical.

packing boxes, hearts, and a little chaos,

mj 📦