Some people can be gypsies and I’m not one of them

I think I’ve learned a few things from this move:

  1. I really, really, really can’t stand messy
  2. I was never, ever supposed to be a gypsy

This comes at no surprise to me, but it’s an interesting point. I know people who are excellent gypsies – they have only a few things and they like it that way. They can occupy a space and be at home in a few minutes because what it looks like, how it smells, how it’s arranged doesn’t matter to them.

Clearly they see things differently than I do. I’ve been known to re-arrange the furniture in a hotel room.

No kidding.

I like things in their proper places and I like my things around me. Call me OCD or whatever, but it makes me completely nuts when there is a high level of mess and an overwhelming level of clutter. I can’t stand too much dirt or dust. Things need to be lined up and¬†symmetrical or I’m off kilter.¬†It’s just the way it is. It’s something to accept about myself and be done with it. Six months of living in a smelly apartment with boxes, then two months living in this tiny house packed with boxes and I’d about had it.

This weekend, however, we sold off a lot of things on Craigslist and I hauled three truckloads of stuff to Goodwill. I took the girls’ tent next door – where it was promptly invaded and loved by two new little girls. We have pared down folks, and wow the pressure has fallen off to a level that I cannot believe. I can breath. The pressure in my neck and shoulders is relieved. I feel lighter.

Pictures are hung, lamps are lit (automatic ones come on and go off when they should), the garage is walk-able. This is all good stuff. This is an office I can work in.

My office

This is finally starting to look like a living room (minus a fluffy rug which is being delivered tomorrow):

Our living room

This is a teeny dining area where a person can actually enjoy a meal (Mom, the table looks great! Thanks Marian!):

Teeny dining area

And our photos are up – lots and lots and after a little weeding out the important ones fit:

Photos are up

It’s finally looking and smelling, and feeling like a home. Thank goodness. No more gypsy for me. That doesn’t work for me.

fourteenergirl Written by:

A mother, sister, wife, and daughter who writes, knits, hikes, and practices yoga on the west coast. Loves a zippy chardonnay or a tart margarita!

One Comment

  1. Ell Lukasik
    March 11, 2013

    Yahoo!!!!! Good for you two! Home at last.



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