One step away, every direction, pausing, humming, considering actions. Following traits instilled by searching to make better, drum machine, hard, punching the button to make it hit. Days without leaving except to go to work, stale bottoming out, standing still.
We didn’t finished painting yesterday, instead Nicole is going to finish it today with David while I’m at work, so when I go home tonight, it should be to a rather transformed apartment. (Getting the spare room done will clear out almost all the boxes we have left.) I’m quite looking forward to the change. Because so much of my life has been spent in transitory spaces, it’s been fascinating to delve into decorating and discover what it is I actually like to have around me for any length of time. Apparently I especially appreciate being wrapped up in warmth, colour, and a heady, baroque mix of internet modern and good antique design. It’s like I can’t own furniture that wasn’t built either in the last two years or at the beginning of the last century. Perhaps it’s a side effect of living poor, but as part of the future.