~Nothing changes, unless something moves…~
One of my projects for the next couple of months is to get my home back in order. I bought my house back in February 2004. I still remember moving in w/o a stitch of furniture and sliding all over the hardwood floors on the lower level in my socks, squealing “Wheeeee!!!”. I slept on an air mattress while my bedroom set was on lay-a-way (what the hell ever happened to lay-a-way anyway???) . I had a used sofa that I bought a slip cover for and I thoroughly enjoyed being a brand new homeowner. I thought that I had ‘arrived’.
Now, I’m in the process of rediscovering my home. Although my lower level is definitely ‘me’ now – I want to update it w/ more of a Harlem Renaissance feel . So I’ve been brainstorming and looking for the perfect piece of artwork for the living room and dining area. I moved my bedroom furniture into my niece’s old room (which I am calling the guest room again). My master bedroom is completely bare, while I contemplate the atmosphere that I want to create in there. I’m still not sure of the direction, but I do know that I want something brand new and totally different - nothing to remind me of anything except the promise of tomorrow.
It’s been absolutely intoxicating lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling in my bedroom, allowing the new energy…the feeling of ‘clean’ wash over me. The color scheme came to me last week – and then yesterday, a new ‘decorating surprise’ floated into my mind. I immediately called my ‘Kindred’, to share the joy – which I felt would seem silly to some, but I knew that he’d ‘get’ as usual.
Today, I tackled my office. I used to spend a lot of time in here in 2004-2005, but I pretty much turned it over to my niece as her study area a couple of years ago. So moving a couple of the bookcases out and cleaning out everything was almost like rediscovering a time capsule. Not only did I find my passport and a journal from my freshman year of college (another blog entry I’m sure), I found several hidden notes and old letters from past loves – even a surprise note from a crush. Things that I had either forgotten or had no idea were there in the first place.
It seems only fitting that all of these things are being purged at this moment in time – especially considering….
I don’t even know why I’m sharing this here. I guess I just feel compelled to preserve for my memory, the feeling of calm and ‘knowing’ that while I could have done all of this cleaning years ago – it’s happening now because it’s supposed to. *smile*
