I am letting go of the junk that surrounds me at home. I have two trash cans now and they are both full every week. I am finally moving in to this house. We have 5 years, 2 hurricanes, and 1 strike, in this house. The neighbors on both sides are the same as when we moved in. This is the most stable I have been in 15 years of living on my own.
I have not watched hoarders. I am not going through a 12 step program. I am not going through a mid-life crisis. The closest thing I can relate this to is perhaps waking up knowing that I am not likely to ever move out of this house. Some people would kill for this type of security. I feel suffocated by it. The things that don't change in my life are usually intangible and idealistic. My physical world used to be in constant motion but it is settling down now.
We will go to Ikea in the morning to buy some organization stuff. Nothing to fix my storage issues mind you but to fix kid storage issues.
I am waiting for the right opportunity to present itself for me to get moved into a "workshop". There are few rental opportunities that offer the type of security, access, and price that I am looking for. This is a fight for another day.
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