My life and my home has changed so much since I last wrote. Mom was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer, and due to inadequate health care locally, Mom had her treatment here with me. Since Mom and Dad were going to be spending a lot of time at my house, I had to make changes, and quickly. Now I’ve wanted to do these changes for a long time, and this was the incentive needed.
I cleaned my bonus room of clutter, rid many unused items from my life, and down-sized my belongings. This allowed me to maintain control of my house while cherishing every moment with my parents when they were here.
The biggest change, the office. We gave up the guest room to an office when my son gave up his toddler bed for a big boy bed. My parents still had a place to sleep, but it was no longer a room they could call their own. This has worked well for many years, but as Curtis has gotten older, it has become harder for him getting kicked out of his room.
So the major change in my house, I turned the office into a guest room with an office space. We’ve decided to call it the “pink” room since Curtis and I argue if it is a guest room or office. I already made another office space in our bedroom, so Jeremy had a place to work.
So the work began. I took down Jeremy’s desk (great reason to have folding tables as desks) and consolidated my cubes. I moved Curtis’ bed into the guest room and got him a new bed. He loves the extra floor space, and I love the pink room.
The pink room is my happy place. I love my kitchen. I love my bedroom. The pink room makes me happy. This room describes me. I have what I love in this room–a place for my parents, and a place to work on journaling, Project Life, or any other activities that when I need alone time.
Sadly, I lost my mom January 4th. I love the pink room even more because of the wonderful memories I made there with my mom. Mom and I would go into the pink room and watch “girlie” TV and talk while the boys watched “boy” TV. I am so fortunate to have a place that allowed me to share this time with Mom. Isn’t that what a home is for, a place to foster beautiful memories that we carry with us always?