I’ve cleaned and reorganized some rooms of my apartment, including the back room where I do most of my creative work. The back room in particular feels much larger and eerily empty. The far wall, with the outside windows, now has some orderly central decorations (flowers or hubcaps or bosses pleasantly arranged) and a light nautical style. Things that are still saved are put away in lockers, and the room is so large it’s bizarre. Calming, but almost unsettling. There have been dreams like this before in this room.
Long story short, I rearranged and cleaned out my sewing bin today.