Whenever there is a change in season I usually start to get restless, mostly just for a change of scene. A change is as good as a rest – well, maybe later after you’ve made the change, then you can rest. Making your apartment different takes a lot of work. Moving stuff around in a tiny crowded space is a challenge.
So, I moved some furniture around while cat supervised.
I got sweaty and tired, and did a good cleaning too. Actually got rid of a piece of furniture, a bench I made, that although I made it to last a thousand years (I could not get the thing apart!) it was mostly useless and hogging space. Not easy to discard stuff you make yourself, but sometimes you gotta.
And as usual, I experienced the same phenomena that happens every time I think I am making things better.
That is, I end up with many displaced items, wondering where the heck it all came from, and where the heck am I going to now put them?
Yeah, I know, a purge is a good move.
That is where the other strange phenomena happens.
I can discard bags of stuff, and I mean, BAGS of stuff, and nothing looks any different.
This time, there is a bit more space to walk around, in the living room, but now the bedroom has taken on the brunt of that.
Spring will come and I will do it all again. Move stuff from the bedroom back to the living room.
With the same results.
Is all good.