I've decided to take a break from the sorting and putting away of my stuff for the rest of the day. I need some rest as I have been going full tilt since I got in from the road. I have the living room in good order, the kitchen is finished and quite presentable and usable, the bathroom is now done (except for pile of laundry currently being done). I've made a small start on the disaster of a bedroom but that can wait until tomorrow.
I'm still doing laundry but it's not like that's so much work as the machine really does it. All I have to do is put it in, push a couple of buttons, and take it out again. I can iron some time this weekend once it's all done.
I was just sitting here in my new recliner just kind of looking around, listening to Stevie Nicks' wonderful voice floating out of my computer speakers, and realized that this place actually feels like home. That's something I haven't felt in a very long time. My ex and I split up in 1996. I think that's the last time I had a place that really felt like home. I spent 7 years living with my last girlfriend, but it was her house and never really felt like mine. The travel trailer I just vacated was an ok place, it was cozy and I actually liked it despite the lack of space, but it never really felt like home either. It was just a place to stay when I came off the road.
This new place, for whatever reason, actually feels like home already. As I have just moved in and am still not totally sorted out and all it really shouldn't. But it does. I am comfortable here already. Maybe it's just having more space to stretch out, but it's definitely comfortable to me.
Over the course of next few months I will have to start shopping for artwork to hang on the walls as they are quite bare at the moment. I have only one small painting, a peaceful harbor scene, and I hung that on a narrow wall in the kitchen that faces into the living room. And there is one corner at the junction of the two walls where the entertainment center and computer center are placed that is just screaming for some sort of something to go there. I'm thinking of some sort of tall house plant. I'm sure Mom would be more than happy to keep it watered for me while I am gone.
Ah well, one small thing at a time I suppose. It will eventually start looking presentable. In the meantime when I say I am going home I can actually mean it.