Space

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I like my space.

I like it red and dark, quiet, because there is no one else here to speak, loud, because I have the music up as far as it will go, messy, because my children have been here, clean, because they've gone again.

I like the way the stain on the bookcases I bought matches the stain of the wood on the floors. I like the way my books look when they're out of their boxes. I like the things I nailed to the walls wherever I wanted to without having to ask anybody if it was OK to put them there.

I like having no TV and a good espresso machine and excellent beer and my clothes put away. I like that I fixed the doorbell by myself and rearranged the den four times before I was happy with it.

I like that I'm here by myself but not lonely. I like it a lot.

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Comments

smockturtle said…
sounds like you are your own best friend. Every one should have one of those. I am guessing from your blogs that you are recently single, Glad you are enjoying it. Being strong enough to walk away doesn't make you a failure, it makes you a survivor. Keep Swimming.
13:23
Bethanie said…
Thanks for your kind words. I am managing to keep my head above water most of the time these days. :)
18:34
Sarah From Home said…
I feel the same way about where I live, I'm on my own for the first time ever, in a strange state without my husband or my family, and oddly enough it feels really good.
01:24
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