Being minimalistic

When I was 18 I got into my first serious relationship, it was exciting and I spent the following 4 years with the person I thought was who I would die with. As time went on I realized we had a beautiful friendship but that was it. When we broke up I gave up everything thing I owned ( couches, TVs, bed, home decor, clothes, and even my dog) the hardest part was giving him my dog :( everything else I couldn't stand to look at. I didn't want all that baggage! I moved back to my parents but I had also met a new guy who made me feel passion and excitement I basically lived with  him living out of a backpack for months, and not having my own room or shower. I could always go home, but that's not what I wanted. I wanted every second with him, to take care of him, to give him everything. I dove too deep, I fell too hard, and in the end my heart was broken and I learned what betrayal was. But I can not complain because it taught me the lesson I needed to learn in life. Now I'm living with my aunt, again with barely anything to my name,  but I have never felt more free in my life. I let go of everything familiar, started school, and am beginning the most transformative period of my life. I am thankful to have a strong mind, and a strong heart, I learned form my previous relationships. I now know what I deserve, I now believe that I do not need to rely on a man for my happiness. And I am loving the person I am today. I hope to spread this love and to meet new and exciting people to join me on my journey ❤️