“Daddy, are you busy?” our 5-year old asks my husband.“No.”
“Good!” She pulls him into her room by his hand. “You can help me change my room around. I want my bed over there and maybe put those shelves in its place.”
Yup. She’s a chip off the old block. Either block – my husband or me. We both like change.
I laughed when my husband proposed we rearrange our 2-bedroom apartment within 6 months of moving into it.
“What?” he said. “I like to change things up a bit. Same old, same old gets a little stale after a while.”
I could have said those words! I could hardly believe he was serious. We’d only been married 6 months and it was a delight to discover each little thing we had in common.
Since then, we’ve been married almost 7 years. We did rearrange our apartment 2, maybe 3 times in the year we lived there. Then we decided that wasn’t enough, so we moved house. We couldn’t move down the block – that would be too ordinary. So we moved to the Caribbean. We spent 4 years in Antigua. And yes, we regularly rearranged our furniture within our house.
Now, we’ve moved houses and countries again. We’ve been here a year, and we’ve tried all sorts of furniture arrangements in our living room. It satisfies our itch to move, change, try something new. It doesn’t surprise us at all that our budding nomad wants to change her room around.
I returned from an all-day critique-a-thon to find her room completely changed. A new look. A new feel. Very satisfying.
