So I have wonderful news: I’m officially finished moving and am now getting settled into my new place. Wa-hoo! I’m steadily getting rid of my room full of boxes.
This weekend I made great progress, and I’m happy to report that 90 percent of the boxes are gone. And my walls are no longer bare! In fact, I’m kind of proud of the decorations I have up now. If I hadn’t left my beloved camera at my sister’s house two weeks ago, I would take pictures to post here. However, keep watching because I may soon put some up once I get it back.
As I’ve been putting up my wall decorations (and I am well aware I have a lot), I’ve been thinking about the reasons why I hate bare walls so much. Here’s what I decided. First of all, I have a need to make my mark on a space to make it mine. I do that with my desk at work , and I especially need to do it at home. I suppose it’s my way of taking ownership of my space, and for whatever reason, that’s something I value.
The second reason is because I like to surround myself with memories. I love to remember happy times, significant times, trips I’ve taken and people who’ve been important in my life. The way I do that is by putting up lots of pictures, many of which I’ve taken myself. I’m not the queen of pictures for nothing. Some people would call it excessive and perhaps it is, but it makes me happy and that’s what matters most to me anyway.
Just in case you’re wondering, I have two new roommates, and they are seriously wonderful! They have made this transition very easy for all involved, and I feel happy and hopeful about my future here. We were talking today and I told them that I’ve only been living here a week, but I feel like it’s been longer than that because I feel so comfortable already. A small miracle with the experiences I’ve had in recent years, but a blessing I very much appreciate.
I had to wait for the right opportunity to come, and now that it’s here, I couldn’t be more grateful.