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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