It usually takes me about six months of living in a new place before I really figure out where the furniture should go. The day you move in, you think you know how to arrange the room, but you’re so tired from all the moving that even if you don’t love it, you decide that it’s probably good enough. It takes a while, figuring out the exact configuration of your life. Settling into the routine of putting things where they work best instead of being okay with just okay. I have literally done this “six-month-stretch” the past five or six moves at least.
It’s a pattern I recognize fairly well.
So when I decided recently to rearrange my living room, I was sliding furniture around as the thought hit me, “Oh my gosh, has it been six months already?” I didn’t even have to look at a calendar. Of course it had.
My body’s clock knew it like it was time to go bury my eggs in the sand and hope for the best. Continue reading “Feng-what?”