By Casey Patton
There’s this thing that happens. You wake up one morning and everything feels fine. Nothing’s broken, nothing’s falling apart. But somehow it all feels… too small. You look around and realize you’ve grown past the shape of your own life. And no one warns you that this is what midlife can feel like—not a crisis, but a quiet misfit. The routine you used to count on becomes a trap. The house you once loved starts to feel like someone else’s decision. And that’s when the idea sneaks in. Maybe it’s time to move.
