Further to my last - I've wrestled with how to lay out the furniture that I am keeping in the new pad, as I have previously shared. Last night, I had my first netflix in the new place and so I organized the TV and DVD player (without furniture, gets amusing) and the layout just flashed for me.
It's not going to be roomy, but it will be very effective. It will also look terrific.
And, there will be no wasted space.
Last night, after nearly a year, I unpacked my antique camel back miniature mantel clock. I wound it up, and it started ticking away in its old, comfortable manner. Keeps great time when it's sitting level.
Now, I want to bake some bread. I have my loaf pans, but no bowls. Have the yeast, but no flour. Yet.
This weekend will hopefully involve recovering some or all of my kitchenware from storage.
DJHJD
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Day two and a half
So, Monday was an independence day for me personally.
Independence from .. you may ask? Well, I'll tell you.
First, it's independence from the high drama I've always had around me. The drama structure made quite a bit of noise as it was exiting, I'll tell you.
Second, it's independence from the idea that more is more. This place I've moved into is SMALL. The closet is smaller than the one I had while growing up, albeit nicely trimmed with ceramic tile floor, recessed can light, multiple rods, nice shelves. The kitchen has enough room to be very functional, but no extra counter space to host "pretty things". The refrigerator does not promote cooking too much. There is no room for collections of books, ceramics, wall art - it's the smallest place I've ever lived.
And yet, it seems liberating. What more does one NEED? When a bird builds a nest, it doesn't build a duplex. Of course, birds neither collect decorative items, nor hang clothing, but still and all - why the obsession with having more and more?
Everything I ever gathered was to either compensate for something I felt weak about, or to prove something. Most of it was mindless, although carefully chosen and cunningly purchased. Lovingly packed, moved, unpacked, repacked, moved, unpacked. Dusted. Arranged.
SO much personal energy has been exerted in getting that just right.
I am now free of those restrictions.
So many structures that are now fading are being replaced with .. what, I'm not quite yet sure.
Independence from .. you may ask? Well, I'll tell you.
First, it's independence from the high drama I've always had around me. The drama structure made quite a bit of noise as it was exiting, I'll tell you.
Second, it's independence from the idea that more is more. This place I've moved into is SMALL. The closet is smaller than the one I had while growing up, albeit nicely trimmed with ceramic tile floor, recessed can light, multiple rods, nice shelves. The kitchen has enough room to be very functional, but no extra counter space to host "pretty things". The refrigerator does not promote cooking too much. There is no room for collections of books, ceramics, wall art - it's the smallest place I've ever lived.
And yet, it seems liberating. What more does one NEED? When a bird builds a nest, it doesn't build a duplex. Of course, birds neither collect decorative items, nor hang clothing, but still and all - why the obsession with having more and more?
Everything I ever gathered was to either compensate for something I felt weak about, or to prove something. Most of it was mindless, although carefully chosen and cunningly purchased. Lovingly packed, moved, unpacked, repacked, moved, unpacked. Dusted. Arranged.
SO much personal energy has been exerted in getting that just right.
I am now free of those restrictions.
So many structures that are now fading are being replaced with .. what, I'm not quite yet sure.
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