I’d Like to Order a Life Reset Please

TLDR: I’m moving

Photo by Mermek Avitia

Or at least, I’ve decided that I want to move. Right now, I’m still in my room in Manchester, reflecting on the reasons why this step feels so important.

For the longest time, I’ve felt ready for a new chapter. It’s more than just a passing thought; it’s a persistent feeling that I’ve outgrown where I am. Manchester has been wonderful to me—it’s given me so much. But it feels like I’ve experienced all I can here, as though I’ve reached the edge of what this city has to offer, and I’m ready to see what lies beyond the horizon.

This is how life can be sometimes. We settle into familiar rhythms, and then one day, we notice that those rhythms don’t resonate the way they used to. The excitement fades, replaced by a quiet urge for something different, something more. And sometimes, the only way to answer that call is to take a leap.

I don’t know exactly what awaits me, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m moving because I want to feel inspired again—to be surprised, to learn new things, to meet new people. I want to create a life that challenges me, that makes me grow, that helps me discover parts of myself I haven’t met yet.

And yes, I’m nervous. There’s a chance it won’t be what I imagined. But staying where I am, in a place that feels safe but stagnant, feels like a much greater risk. Ten years from now, I know I’d regret not having tried.

Because staying doesn’t feel like the easier choice either. Yes, it’s less effort in some ways, but the mental energy I’m using to convince myself to stay and be happy is tiring. Ignoring that pull for something else is exhausting. Burying that gnawing feeling that I want to be somewhere else, these things take their toll. It feels freeing to acknowledge that I want something different and then taking the steps to make it happen.

Deciding to move was the easy part. Wrangling with the rental market is something else entirely. But my aim is to take it one step at a time and trust the process. As much as I want change, I don’t want to force it and create a new problem for myself. So I’m trying to be patient, to let things unfold as they’re meant to.

If you’re reading this and feeling that same pull—that urge for something new—I hope this inspires you to listen to it. Life is short, and sometimes the only way to find what you’re looking for is to take a chance.

So here I am, writing this just minutes before heading out the door for work, readying myself for the next adventure. And as I think about what lies ahead, I feel a quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, this leap will lead me to exactly where I’m meant to be.