I adored this house and made it my own when I moved in. I didn't have much when I moved in but I didn't really need much. The house was all of 800 square feet but I loved every inch of it.
A year later I moved out of that house.
Five years later I've found myself in a sort of transient way of living due to different life circumstances and situations. Transient, scattered, lacking roots is a better way to describe it.
Well, this past week I found my new space and my transient way of living is finally over. It's an adorable little studio apartment in Southeast Portland and it's mine. All mine.
There's a room that is large enough to turn into my bedroom and a sitting area. I plan on separating the two with a curtain of fabric. Not sure what color yet. Maybe a forest green or burgundy.
I've spent this past week moving into the space and trying to figure out what I need for it. I plan on spending tomorrow trying to organize it and get things put away. There's a little bit of cleaning that needs to be done, as well. Plus, I have all of my art pieces that I want to find spaces for!
It seems a little odd, perhaps, but having my own space in this world is important to me. More so than I let myself believe these past few years. Also, knowing that I am healed enough mentally to be in my own space again is so important. Having that craving again was a good sign for me. I am happy to be back and, well, just happy.
Life is good.