09/19/2026
For weeks now I’ve been wondering what I would write when this day finally came…
Yes, the doors at 103 have been closed for September, but I’ve still been here. Packing, moving, clearing out, and slowly undoing a space that took years to build. Today, I finally finished. Today was my last official day at 103 Main Street.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to put into words what this space meant to me, and I think the simplest answer is “redemption.”
I came into 103 carrying a lot. A name I still believed in. A vision I wasn’t finished with. And something to prove, mostly to myself.
These walls gave me the space to start over without starting from scratch. To rip away everything that didn’t belong, to trust my own instincts, and figure out what Old Soul looked like when it was entirely mine to build.
And somewhere between the long days, the late nights, mistakes, the scraped-together wins and sheer stubbornness, I somehow stopped feeling like I had something to prove.
Because I’d already proven it.
103 gave me the air to fly when I finally decided to spread my wings and trust myself. It gave Old Soul room to become what I always knew it could be, and maybe more importantly, it gave me the chance to become who I knew I could be. Who I was in my heart of hearts.
There’s something pretty fu***ng satisfying about leaving this place on my own terms… Not because of someone else’s poor choices. Not because I didn’t fit into someone else’s five year plan. Not because it didn’t work.
But because it did.
I walked into 103 needing to reclaim something.
I’m walking out knowing it was mine all along.
Thank you for the redemption, 103
107… Buckle up, baby.
