Moving and Rebuilding | The In-Between Series | Rochambeau Home

Post 1: The Move Is Happening

It didn’t feel real until I was standing in the room and realized I had already started sorting things without thinking.

Not packing yet. Not labeling boxes. Just… deciding. Quietly. Automatically. What stays visible. What gets ignored. What suddenly feels heavier than it did yesterday.

Moving sounds like a logistics problem from the outside. Boxes, tape, addresses, change of plan. But that’s not what it is from the inside. From the inside, it’s a constant negotiation with your own life. Every object becomes a question you didn’t mean to answer.

Do I still need this version of me?
Do I still want to carry this forward?
Why does this feel like it weighs more than it should?

I thought I was prepared for the physical part of it. I wasn’t really prepared for how much mental noise comes with it. The way everything becomes a decision. The way nothing is neutral anymore.

Even things I love.

Especially things I love.

There’s something strange about realizing that what you keep isn’t just about usefulness or beauty. It’s about identity. It’s about what you’re still willing to recognize as part of your life.

And I’m noticing I’m different in that way this time.

I’m not trying to bring everything with me.

That feels new.

Rochambeau Home has always been built around intentional things. Objects that carry meaning, ritual, care. But living that idea in real time looks different than designing for it. It looks like slowing down in the middle of chaos and asking better questions about what belongs.

What deserves space. What doesn’t.

I don’t have a neat conclusion for this yet. I don’t think I’m supposed to.

Right now I’m just in the middle of it. In the sorting. In the noticing. In the part where everything still feels slightly unmade.

But I know this much.

I’m not bringing everything with me this time.