A couple of weeks ago, I wrote Meandering Through My Interiors, when I moved some stacking boxes to another part of the room. In the photo above, see lower center, with a dark birdhouse sitting in for those boxes. Previously, it was by the hearth, halfway hidden. So now it gets to show off a little more, while those stacking boxes “rock” their new space (below).
I am glad that I constantly move my things around and reshape my spaces…a reminder that I can still make this nest cozy.
In the past week or so, I’ve been obsessed with looking at new homes, exploring new possibilities. Moving? Should I? Could I? Even the thought of it makes me so anxious that I can’t sleep some nights.
Why? Well, the rent went up and I panicked. But as I looked at new places, much more expensive and not really “home” to me, I had to rethink that. I’m not ready, is what I concluded. Plus the hassle and expense would defeat the purpose, and my rent is manageable here. I will sign a short-term lease, just in case I change my mind.
Maybe I will be ready in a few months…or longer. The appeal of a place with lots of security and other people in a clubhouse setting sounds tempting. But then I recall that I’m basically a loner, loving doing my own thing. I’m not the Bingo-playing person who lives in those places. lol.
Sometimes we have to look around at other spaces to appreciate what we have. My place has interesting shapes to some of the rooms, and it has become just what I need for now. Note the angle of the fireplace, and how the bookcase fits into a nook by the love seat.
High ceilings, nice angles, and more space than I really need…all here, after almost ten years, and now I’m still re-imagining ways to make it truly mine.
So what if the kitchen is tiny? I manage to make it work with a rolling cart that stands in for extra counter space.
Seriously, though, the thought of packing up and trying to fit everything into a tinier space (the ones I looked at were smaller, though more expensive!), makes the decision easier for me.
Who knows what I will find if I just wait a while? I might even decide that this little place, with its quirks and its flaws, is truly my home.
Do you ever imagine “what if,” and even make the changes, only to discover you already had what you needed? Or maybe you found the perfect new home when you made changes. It is definitely something to ponder.