We have a habit of rearranging things.
We tend to move things every few months: the living room has had a few change arounds and now our beds have been separated and moved once again.
There is something in the both of us which makes us restless at staying the same for too long.
I don’t know about her but every time we rearrange, something in me becomes renewed and refreshed.
New start, new beginning, new courage.
Maybe in another life we would have met and become interior designers, or house movers; we would have brought to life other people’s houses with paint and furniture, imagining the lives they would live amongst the things, getting excited with the possibilities.
Kindred spirits…or something like that, as we move through changes and embrace the rearranging.