Nothing feels safe

So I’ve been seriously considering getting a cold wallet lately. But once you go down that rabbit hole, you start asking: where do I even store this thing safely?

Especially if you live away from family, suddenly everything feels…temporary.

I don’t really have a question. Just wanted to share this weird limbo I’m feeling. It's wild how thinking about security makes you realize how little in your life feels “permanent” or “safe-safe.”.

Hugss