Moving has taken so much of me that I literally enjoy every moment I break away from it. Crazy right? Shouldn't it be the other away around? There's just too many decisions to make, from color stories, creating space, buying the right furniture and decor and not to mention unpacking. Somebody pray for me, seriously, but don't get it twisted I'm super excited I have my own place but the next time I'm hiring an assistant. If styling my rooms were as simple as creating an outfit, I'll be on top of the moon. There are plenty of things that I've bought and now hate and stuff I couldn't imagine buying before, that I'm so in love with. I guess that's how it goes, right?
Funny, my place feels like a new relationship or better yet an old or current. You can't run away from them, doesn't matter if they're intimate, related, professional or fun, all of them have their ups and downs. Just like my apartment and many of my other relationships my soul has to connect before thinking about it's flaws or beauty. I'll make a decision to go forward or not because I realized nothing in life is permanent, things are always changing and we can only control what we do on our behalf and take from the relationship exactly what it is. I didn't always think of it this way, I thought what you put in something, you'll get back the same but the more we experience, then well find out, that is not always the case. So I've learned to either accept things for how they are or move on from them.
There are a few things I don't like about my place but many things that I love and can't wait to experience. In life I deal with things as follows: If the beauty out weighs the flaws I can live with it which allows me to be more free and creative in the process. Whenever I'm not able to be myself and have to explain every little flaw that I have, I feel restricted and captivated. Thats when I know its time to move on and learn from it all.
p.s. I just remembered I need to change my address!
xoxo Madame Q
