I've been going through a lot of changes and challenges lately. As I moved in autumn at my boyfriend's place, I kept for a while my place free. Almost one year. This winter I paid utilities almost 100 EUR, which I found quite a lot for a house I don't live in. I discussed with my boyfriend to take all my precious books from there and have a space dedicated in his house.
Beside the logistics of moving my library to my boyfriends house, I also needed to handle a lot of documents so that I can officially be the administrator. This is the house I renovated. I was thought it is important because I chose every piece of material with my hand. I went two or three times to the stores so that I can decide on the type of sandstone I want. I watched two times the documentaries related on interior design on Netflix just to think to the flow I want to have in the room.
To be honest, I enjoyed more than I wanted the process of creating my own space. It is the first time I had the chance to think of myself, my identity and what I want. I think of the house as the place where I started to be myself, to live my emotions and to create my future. I was able to imagine what I couldn't until then.
It was also the place where I was also able to hear the world's judgement. It wasn't the world's judgement. It was all the judgement I've cumulated from my family regarding myself and my skills. I've always enjoyed painting and I was always told that I would not make any money out of it or that I am not good enough at it. Those are voices I've heard but in this process I decided to ignore.
What I wish now, is that the place helps the renter to find confidence in himself, build the life he wants and create new and happy memories.


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