I think what made moving on so hard was feeling like you owed it to someone or something to not leave. You tie yourself to the past. You go through the memories and everything the place or person has given you and you feel like you just can’t do it. Leaving doesn’t feel like an option. You know you’ve outgrown it. You know you don’t belong anymore. You know it’s not making you happy anymore - the choice is clear, but somehow you’re still stuck.














