Yes, R&R – Rain and Reflection. A much needed activity to be conducted on a 20 minute journey from one home to another.
My realisation is that:
I'm running from one problem to another?
You know what my life is like?
I come home to a room full of cupboards, a mix of vintage and new. Half of the things stored inside aren’t mine and everytime I lie in bed and look around, I feel like I’m going to be caved in. Maybe that explains the never ending bad dreams I keep having. Its bad chi or something – clutter is always bad especially when you’re living in it.
My alternative refuge is J’s home. Where his room is also a storage area for laundry! Piles of clothes for a lovely family of 5 stacked on his bed every single time. I’m not referring to 5 in a pile, I’m talking about piles as high as my chest level. So before and after we make the bed, the clothes are an issue that we literally leave aside.
So, who am I kidding? Alternative refuge? More like 2nd place for disaster!
I’ve started cleaning out my closets, taking out the old stuff and killing all the silverfish that probably stay in my room more than I have. Stored MY OWN THINGS in the cupboards and I feel like I can breathe a lil easier already. Mmm… nothing like a more spacious room with the clutter behind closed doors.
I mean all this literally and metaphorically...
