Tuesday, January 2, 2018
My Home is Safe. Maybe Too Safe.
My home is my haven. My safe space. A warm place. The place where I can always return no matter what is going on around me.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about this home when we first met. But we’ve been through a lot together now, and we have become comfortable with each other.
Something is still missing, though. I think I figured out what it is. It is missing the next evolution of me. It has the function that I love, and the decor does what it needs to -- no more, no less. And yet, this space is generic enough that it could belong to almost anyone.
But it doesn’t belong to anyone. It belongs to me. So, one of my goals for this year will be to make it more me.
When I first moved in, the room colors left by the previous tenants were not right for me. I had the walls covered over in a perfectly blank-canvas shade of off-white. My life was starting over, and I decided this house should start over with me.
We survived the restarting, this house and I. We’re off and running. We’ve built good form. Our foundations are solid. Time to add some style.
My home is safe (and safe is good). But now it’s time to show some personality.
This post is part of a series for the month called Gentle January guided by prompts from the inspiring Susannah Conway. #gentlejanuary2018