I’m probably leaving our Punk Rock House. Someone nice wants to love it. I am mostly sad here. Everything is BMF and Miss Chicky. I have to take it all and put it somewhere else so I can enjoy it more. I’m sad to leave. It feels strange. It so jam-packed with character. Our quirky fun together character. I’m not as cool with him. He was the brilliant one.
I have been trying to cull our stuff. Everything feels sentimental. Our finds over time. Our life we made together. Most everything is truly beautiful or meaningful to my life now, our life together. As a couple we had very eclectic taste. I don’t want to lose that, how he taught me to let go more, how to see things in imbalance, and that it wouldn’t be so bad. OMG I MISS YOU. I don’t ever want to forget you. I never want you to fade. Until the day I die.
My personal style evolves constantly. His was more consistent. He liked what he liked. It made for an eclectic mix of individual items that made us happy. I can never grow tired of what he loved and made me love. We surrounded ourselves that the things that tell a story about who we are and where we’ve been. I have to keep that for us. But it will be in a different place. It’s ok. He won’t mind. He’s been throwing me signs.
I know my backdrop has to be completely neutral so that all of the individual colorful art pieces will stand on their own. White is a no-brainer for the walls. The rest will happen organically over time. It’s already begun.