changing my perspective of home. {for now}
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Sometimes a change in perspective helps more than you’d think.
(I could write a dozen posts about figurative changes in perspective, but that’s not what this post is about.)
No, I mean a literal change in perspective, as I write this post from a different location in the room. I swapped Jocelyn’s bed and the table, and then angled mine and Lee’s bed from the opposite corner of the table.
Now the room feels a bit more like home.
I hope it’s only home for another week, but regardless of the length of our stay, our family needs a home and not just a room.
The rearrangement was just the change our space – and my heart – needed. This place is home.
For now.
(I could write a dozen posts about figurative changes in perspective, but that’s not what this post is about.)
No, I mean a literal change in perspective, as I write this post from a different location in the room. I swapped Jocelyn’s bed and the table, and then angled mine and Lee’s bed from the opposite corner of the table.
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| {excuse the mess. we all - minus Zoe, who is sleeping in another room - share this one room} |
Now the room feels a bit more like home.
I hope it’s only home for another week, but regardless of the length of our stay, our family needs a home and not just a room.
The rearrangement was just the change our space – and my heart – needed. This place is home.
For now.