There is this thing that most women do called “nesting” and at different points in our lives it looks like different things. Most commonly seen when a manic, way to pregnant woman starts cleaning her house, that baby will be here soon. But there are other times when we meed a change and are driven to move furniture, change bathroom towels or buy new plants.
I think women (though there are some fabulous men out there who have the same thing) need to not only claim but make their environment beautiful. I can’t tell you the level to which this affects me. As an ex-military kid that blah color that they paint on all walls the color has a meaning: you don’t live here and you will be replaced and painted over as soon as you are gone, a blip in the life of this structure.
In college I hated never being able to paint or nail anything. I learned to do some pretty amazing things with sticky tack but it’s not the same. I’ve lived in this house for four years. First I repainted my study, then the guest and master bathrooms. My husband is working on his study and we are finally getting around to the living room, the place everybody sees.
There is a little girl in my heart who sings every time we take this place (our home) one more step away from all the blah walls that live in my memory. For a child who knew one way or another we would be moving soon, a place to call home feels like an oasis in the desert.
For all of those who know what I’m talking about, don’t give up, one day you’ll find that place too.