Making Room - Part 3: Spaces Where You Could Breathe

Making Room - Part 1: The House & The Ghosts
Making Room - Part 2: The Cage

I’m not sure it was intentional, but when I begrudgingly set out to start again after the marriage ended, I was drawn to houses that had light…and space…and air.

Places where I could breathe.

I was on a mission to make it cozy and comfortable.
I don’t know why that mattered so much to me at the time, but it did.

Maybe because everything else felt uncertain.
Maybe because if the space around me felt peaceful, then maybe eventually I would too.

I learned how to decorate.
How to use a power saw.
How to use a nail gun.

Those were the days…
of renovating rooms in my house and in my heart…
of shedding the old to make room for the new.

Some things only needed paint.
Other things had to be torn out completely.
But little by little things started to change,
And, one day, I looked around at that house and realized it felt different and that I felt different.

There was more peace here.
More softness.
More light.

Not because life suddenly became easy.

But because little by little — while I was rebuilding a house — you were rebuilding me.