Change is refreshing.
Take this weekend, for example. It was a weekend of the unusual, no sitting around and drinking coffee and waiting for the week to start again. There was Shakespeare, girl talk, gelato and beer. Then, there was camping, family, a simple wedding, plenty of sun, a few pages of a book I’m finding delightful and sad. Now, this morning has arrived, Monday, back to work, back to routine, and I feel refreshed and ready for it.
Similarly, moving things around in the house seems to refresh it. After I asked for your thoughts about our dishes shelf in the kitchen, I started thinking about where I should put the shelf after I cleared all the dishes off. Originally, I had assumed it would end up in the dining room, tucked into a corner and filled, in the most disorganized way possible, with the books that are overflowing from our little cheap bookshelves. But then, I looked around our living room and fell in love with a different location. As soon as I had decided, I couldn’t wait.
Of course, moving the bookshelf out of the kitchen and into the living room, required the rearrangement of not just one other piece of furniture, but two. I moved books and shelves and little side tables and plants and, finally, half an hour later, called on the husband to lend me his muscles and take the opposite side of the bookshelf. Now, this is where we’re at.
The kitchen feels a little odd now. Occasionally, I still turn towards where the shelf was to put the dishes away and I still find myself staring blankly around the kitchen wondering where I’ve put my coffee mugs, but we’re getting used to it and we’re loving the openness, the lack of a visual barrier that used to exist from the front door to the back.
I love the way the bookcase looks in the living room, creating a mini library of my favourite books right beside my favourite chair.
For now, this feels right. And so very refreshing. You know how it is, right? How a simple change re-energizes more than one could expect.