I moved to Seattle from Florida at the end of August, and I still have a ton of boxes that I haven’t gotten around to unpacking. My focus has been elsewhere. I’ve been trying to learn my way around this city. I’ve been trying to fit in at work. I’ve been coping with tendonitis and therefore navigating the health care system.
The other day it occurred to me that I haven’t hung a single thing on my walls. Everything in this house is functional, but it isn’t particularly personal. It’s time to make this house a home.
I do feel a certain gut resistance to this process. This is, after all, a rental, and I’ll move out eventually. Why go through the hassle of putting up pictures? But in this outrageous housing market, it’s quite likely that I’ll always be a renter. I may as well settle in. Life is what happens while you’re puttering around in your environment, whether it’s a sterile one or a cozy one.
So today I hung one of my Turkish tapestries and put up my wall mounted key box that I’ve used for decades, and tried to get the broken shards of lightbulb base out of my stained glass lamp so it could light up again. I put a scented candle on the table. Maybe I’ll even get around to cleaning the table off.
Building one’s nest is a process. It’s about time I got started.
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