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Welcome to Marcia Manor. Thanks, it’s good to be here. Seriously, it’s good to be here. I moved into my new apartment a few weeks ago. I’m one of those people that need change. When I start feeling like things are getting stagnant I go looking for ways to mix things up. I don’t know what that’s about, but that’s how it is.



I’m usually pretty excited to move. But not this time. Oh no. I was NOT looking forward to moving. Not that I wanted to stay in my old apartment. That place was a crappy tiny apartment, so that didn’t have anything to do with it. I think a big part of it was that I couldn’t get the vision of what this new space would be like. Would I be going from one crappy apartment to another crappy apartment? Maybe, this new apartment isn’t anything to write home about – but I convinced myself to do it because I would be living closer to friends and I’d be able to save a bunch of money on rent which would let me travel more. So I signed the papers and got to packing. I’m usually a rock star at packing; it’s where my administrative/organization OCD really shines. But this time was different; I procrastinated and found excuses not to pack.


And then moving day came. And that’s when I realized everything was going to be okay. A ton of my friends swooped in early in the morning and moved all the boxes out of my tiny crappy apartment in an hour. ONE HOUR. What?! Yeah, and it gets better. Then, at the new apartment they all pitched in and started unpacking boxes. Some even asked if they could go back to the old apartment and help me clean it out. To which I said “Come again? Are you serious? YES PLEASE!!” A few of us went back to the old place and cleaned that sucker out in half an hour. We started at 9am, by 11:30 we had all the boxes moved, my old apartment cleaned out and most of my bedroom and living room already set up. By the end of the day ALL of my boxes were unpacked and my cute little apartment now has Stefanie written on its walls. And damn, my apartment is cute.


I am so in love with my new space. I feel at peace here, it feels like home. I was talking to a friend about how different my demeanor is in my new apartment, how my spirit just feels a little lighter here. She told me that maybe this was me moving out of the place of healing that I’ve been in since Aaron and I broke up. Maybe this was God moving me out of that season into a new one. And boy am I thankful for this new season.


When we were praying over the apartment on moving day I was sitting there thinking about how blessed I am. How much God must love me to give me these amazing friends who made this move so easy, a move that I was NOT looking forward to. And so, this is my home that I’m dedicating to the Lord – asking him to meet me here in big and small moments. Asking Him to bring friends here to share a meal with, friends to laugh with, cry with, and live life with.