It’s happening again, that feeling, I get it every now and again, like the walls of my home are closing in on me. I’m not sure what brings it on, maybe it’s a winter thing. Any how, it’s been lingering and building for days now and today it all came to a head.
We love our home, I love our home. We built it when we were in our early twenties, the first of our friends to take the plunge and buy our first home. We’ve worked hard for the money to get things done around here, our gardens are tip top amazing, we have an awesome entertainment area outside which always gets a workout, we want for nothing!
Our house is thirteen squares, thirteen squares that sometimes feels completely and utterly perfect for our family, but occasionally feels as though it’s walls are closing in, the clutter building and open spaces disappearing. It’s just a feeling, it’s not reality.
When I get this feeling there is nothing to be done but clean, tidy and sort. I’ve done that today with the kitchen which I feel is the centre of our home, if that ain’t spick and span I feel like the rest of the house isn’t. And then I headed to our bedroom, which for some unknown reason has become a black hole for boxes and unwanted items since we organized Ragmuffin’s nursery.
I already feel better, the house, our home feels rejuvenated and refreshed. I’ve reclaimed spaces and made use of others. Now I’m going to sit back and enjoy our beautiful home once more, because at the end of the day our family lives here and it’s just a base for all of our amazing adventures.