Sunday, June 3, 2012

space.

I decided today that I gotta have my space.
I need to have some place where I define as thinking space or writing space or getting tasks done space or reading space... Its been a pattern for my life and I see it now. But it's kind of an inconvenient way to be in such a transitional house as this has been lately.
So I kind of decided that since my house feels transitional, i'll just create a space that can be transitional as well.

Um, it looks like this....
So this is where I think, read, eat, pray, love... you know. And its transitional! I can sit on the porch, or in the living room, or in my room, or in Anne's room, or on the stairway, or at a ballgame... It goes anywhere! It's like a swiss army knife for my brain.

So, cheers to my red lawn chair. You help my brain breathe and feel at home.

(Please try not to judge the things I decide to blog about, ok?)