Spent the morning emptying out the stuff the old owners left behind. The left us a note when they moved out. It said, ‘Sorry, we did our best.’ But they didn’t do their best. They gave up at some point. They took all the stuff they wanted and left us a ton of trash. It made me think about how comfortable people get in their lives and how the normal we create may not be normal to other people.
Often I walk into other peoples homes and see dirty bathrooms and think, “how can you live like this?’ or ‘How could you not clean knowing you have people coming over?’ Then I look at my own bathroom and recognize that I am the person I am talking about. Glass houses indeed.
This goes beyond a difference in lifestyle. This gets into cobwebs across the ceiling, live spiders living in the corners, and carpeting so stained by pet urine that the smell lingers a full week after we’ve had those carpets removed. I fear it is in the walls. Or at least the popcorn ceilings.
There is much work to be done before the home is livable, and the way the space is built doesn’t fully reflect the way we’ve lived to this point. We have less space, yet more spaces. I am excited to see how that unfolds.
Some Thoughts:
- I wrote to the sounds of falling rain tonight. It offered me inspiration on a night where I was unusually flat. I’ve been coming out strong each day on these projects and today I felt like I had nothing. The rain offered a little something–enough to make it into the chapter.
- Picked up J.Thorn’s Three Story Method. I’ll let you know what I think.
- Distracted today. I think it is largely fatigue.