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Residential.
Between one thing and another, consolidating cards and papers and finding better places to keep certain objects, I've now got my nonfiction section onto bookshelves without any spilling off onto the floor. It's not that many linear feet of books, and as much better as it feels, it'll take a few days to get used to the sight. Most of what's on the shelves isn't where it used to be, so glancing over at the shelves has me feeling strange. I'll adjust because I like this more. But it'll still be an adjustment. And this isn't even getting into the books on the other side of the room. Or the additional papers I know I can uncover without much effort.
There's also a feeling of wanting to make space by using things up, which has me trying to get over myself and actually use the scented candles I've collected over the last few years. I need to appreciate the fact that I can't get more of them as the ephemeral experience they're meant to create.
There's also a feeling of wanting to make space by using things up, which has me trying to get over myself and actually use the scented candles I've collected over the last few years. I need to appreciate the fact that I can't get more of them as the ephemeral experience they're meant to create.