I thought I made it out of 2020 unscathed. Sure, it was an extremely difficult year, but I held onto hope and clung to the silver lining. I finally found my dream house and unleashed my creativity. I lost my job, but an even better one came along. Bars and restaurants were closed, so I meditated, took up yoga and went out and explored nature. I thought I was doing all the right things. I was creating the life I've always wanted, and was looking forward to what 2021 had to offer. What could go wrong?
Welp, my world was completely turned upside down right before New Year's Eve when my boyfriend ended our relationship...and had plans to sell our home. I was blindsided. The entire year we spent in this house flashed before my eyes at once, and for a moment I swear I felt my soul leave my body. This isn't real. This can't be happening. But it was real, and it did happen...VERY quickly, and there was nothing I could do about it. Life isn't fair, but you just gotta keep rolling with the punches, I suppose.
For weeks I cried and screamed at God. This was everything I prayed for. How could you give me everything I've ever wanted, and then violently rip it from my hands? I felt hopeless, terrified, blinded to the path in front of me that I'd now have to walk alone as I watched the foundation we built crumble. But after sitting with the pain and seeking answers within, I realized that this was a gift. It may have been short-lived, but it put me on the path toward my dreams -- a path of self-love, self-discovery, and new beginnings.
Sure, God can take away the physical house, but he can't take away my foundation. He can't take away the DIY projects, the accomplishments, the transformations, the brand I've built for myself. I did all of those things myself, and I'm not going to stop creating just because of one lost house.
What a fxcking year! I lost my job, my home, my other half, and my vision of the future I wanted for myself; but one constant has remained above all else -- me. I'm still here, and I'm still moving forward like I always do. Sure, I may be in pieces right now but you guys know how good I am with a hammer and nails! It's time to rebuild. I didn't lose faith, or hope. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and that this decision was made by a higher power for my highest good.
There will be another love, another house, another DIY project around the corner and it will be better than my wildest dreams. But for now, I have some interior work to do on myself.
I am beyond grateful for the year I've spent at Cinnamon Drive. I will continue to post photos of my work even though the keys to this home are now in the hands of a stranger. I hope you'll stay with me on this new journey I'm about to embark on. I'm scared shitless, I have no idea where I'm headed or what's next for kyliewhitespace, but I know that it won't be boring! This is the ultimate opportunity to harness my creativity and build an entirely new life for myself. Wish me luck!
XO,
@kyliewhitespace
P.S. The listing photos are BOMB so I'm sharing the rest of them below.
