The last couple of days saw that the flooring got completed, there is a new sofa-bed-futon that is a reasonable place to sleep in case of any visitors; but apart from that, there are clothes in the washing machine that have been there ready to be put to dry for the past 4 days - I know it is pathetic to do this and then almost worse to put it up here! The way to reach the bathroom is by jumping over furniture, the way to reach the bed is by jumping over furniture, the way to enter the TV room or the study is, you guessed it, by jumping over some furniture.
The downstairs is another story, the fridge is full of food that needs to be tested for whether they have turned into a petri-dish or not. C doesn't use a plate but a lot of his tongue, so the new flooring sticky food all over it.
But on the whole I am in a really really happy place. It might be because I am mad, but i think not. i heard someone tell me once that when our goals and our purpose are not aligned then we will probably be one of those people who having achieved their goals but will die with regrets on our death bed. In case of the apartment, in case of my life, i am gaining a clearer vision of purpose, the purpose of the spaces I inhabit and the purpose of parts of my life, the kind of growth I want guiding the things I choose to do.
I moved the fancy jarrah sofa to the balcony, and sitting there did smell of doggie piss last night - but you see, I sat there. that is what was so good. i have space and comfortable furniture and I am using it. I will probably add a small table next to the chair, and I might cover the sofa to protect it from the rain - or not, who knows. I will most definitely flush C's toilet out better as well for next time.
The living room is empty, but looking at it makes me VERY happy. and in summers, i like to sit on the floor. I can imagine art going up the way I have always wanted to and instead of trying to match the art to the sofa, the sofa will have to match the art.
In defence of the living room - I always try to leave spaces in the apartment empty, and it is similar to how i was trying to write the shortest thesis possible. what you want is, to stick with the essentials, not use up words or space. (my thesis turned out to be just the usual length, but when I had started writing it, I had thought I wouldn't have enough to fill up space.)
I like the new sofa-bed-futon in the guest room. I really really REALLY like it. I think I will just move the study downstairs, there is no room in the guest room for my study, and I need to be getting on with my journalism and my bhagvad gita course.
I have plans regarding the rest of the rooms as well, and I feel like I am making a space to suit my life, rather than have a life that suits my apartment. I am gaining an appreciation that my friends will enjoy my space better this way because it will be authentic and beautiful to me and hence at least authentic to them and with a happier, more comfortable host. The dinner parties won't look like what it does at their places, but if they matter, they won't care.
