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The Most Important Phase of Nest Building (31 Days of Nest Building: day 26)


Moving is more than a process. It’s a journey.

Beyond the physical aspects of moving—the packing, hauling, and unpacking—the work of moving continues.

Arranging is the next step. This is the time where you find places for your stuff, figure out what goes where, how your space will function, and how to organize accordingly. This is where you begin to meet your home. You learn what it is and what it isn’t, as well as who you are and who you aren’t.

Then it’s time to personalize. You add knick-knacks and sentimental pieces—the things that make it feel like your space, not just a space.

For me (and some people have written to me to say for them also) there is the repair phase. With my previously-owned home, there were things that needed care, things that needed to be fixed or replaced, and (as you know if you’ve been keeping up with this series) things that broke along the way and had to be added to the ever-growing repair list. Fortunately that list has begun to shrink.

Now I am realizing a new phase: intention. I have been in this home for almost two months. Long enough to unpack, to tweak whatever wasn’t allowing for a good work flow. I have made it to the point where I find I get to sit from time to time. To see my home from a place of rest and not just a place of work. This place has given me the opportunity to feel my home.

In feeling it I noticed some rooms felt good and some didn’t. This weekend I took a few minutes to stand in each room and see how it felt. Then I thought about my desires for that room. How did I want that room to feel? Easy? Comfortable? Luxurious? Simple? Bright? Cozy?

With my intention in mind, I viewed each room with fresh eyes to see what matched my desire for that room, what didn’t, and how to bring that feeling more fully.

In my kitchen, where I desired ease and cleanliness, it meant clearing my son’s school papers off the counters. In my dining room, which felt a little blah and lifeless, it meant adding a brick-colored tablecloth for richness.

My son’s room felt crowded, but was easily opened by pushing the bed to the corner instead of jutting into the room as it had. I actually exhaled when tucking him in last night. There was room to breathe.

The spare bedroom had become a dumping ground for tools, leftover paint, bathroom supplies that had yet to find a place, and a pile of clothes for donation. This weekend, I emptied it entirely and bought an air bed so I will be prepared to welcome guests. My mom is visiting this week and now she will have a place of her own in which to retreat.

These small shifts have changed the energy in my home dramatically. Last night I was able to relax more fully. This morning our morning routine flowed more easily.

Try it out. Spend a couple minutes just being in your home and feeling it. Then decide how you want it to feel. Set an intention and start shifting toward it. Let me know how it goes.

31days-webThroughout October, I will be continuing this story  of getting acquainted with my home and making it my own as part of the 31 days challenge. Catch up on any posts you may have missed here: 31 Days of Nest Building.


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