I spent a little time at the new house yesterday. I moved some small house plants and a few things that are too oddly shaped to pack in a box. I did a little cleaning and explored the closets and cabinets. As I washed the kitchen sink I looked out at my new view and thought about ways to improve it.
It will be a few more days before I’ll be able to spend much more time there, but already the new house feels a little more familiar, a little more welcoming. I’m sure that as I clean and arrange, and later decorate, it will be transformed into “our house”.
That transformation will be the result of a lot of work and the culmination of a thousand changes. I thought yesterday about how many times I’ve made a few little changes to the kitchen here, or arranged something differently in the office. However, I’ve avoided some changes that might be beneficial because they just seemed like “too much trouble”. Yes, I can be as lazy and unmotivated as anyone! Now our move will force me to rethink and redesign every aspect of our living arrangements. If I’m smart I’ll take the time to arrange some things in much better ways.
I’ve been cleaning out clutter and I’ve gotten rid of a lot of stuff, but many of my old familiar possessions are going with me to the new house. However, I’ve already thought about using them in different ways and I’m going to buy some new drapes, new pillows for the sofa, new dishes. I’m going to add a little more color to my predominately green decorating palette.
Yes, my elephant collection will still dominate our home. Yes, children, I’m keeping that ugly mirror I bought in 1970. Yes, there will still be too many books and too many flowers and too many photos. You can change where and how an old lady lives but even a new house can’t change who she is…only she can do that.