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Some people look for a beautiful space…


     Other people make a space beautiful. I kinda feel dumb writing about this. However I have a lot on my chest. I made the decision to start a new life. I have convinced myself that in order to move forward, I must let go of the past. I am giving up my home. Not house but HOME. A place that I built with my love and my dreams. My comfort zone is going to be gone. I’m giving up my childish ways. My stuffed animal friends, my doll baby (I say it backwards because although she is a doll she is MY BABY.) I will no longer be able to put things the way I want them or how I want them. I am letting go of my space. My individuality, creativity, my freedom will be boxed up or thrown out or sold. No longer will I be able to enjoy the company of pets that I am used to. With each word I type I begin to question the choice I am making. Only because I am giving up soooo much on a hope, not a guarantee. Not a promise, not even a wish, or an expectation. Sacrificing my EVERYTHING for what if. I have not the slightest idea what I am investing in. There’s no space there for me where I am going either. Will I be able to be all Martha Stewart around holidays? Or Paula Dean in the kitchen? I like mix & match furniture, walls with colors, themes, pillows, mirrors, plants, animals, & … Too much to contemplate.
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big baby said…
whoooo girl! love it so real
March 26, 2014 at 5:56 PM
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