I wrote this back in July and never posted it. Opening up about my family's loss was difficult.---
When Carly and I started talking about living together our biggest thing was getting the heck away from the airport and being around people our age so we could make friends and really make Texas home. I was already attending Watermark Community Church off of 365 and Carly ended up loving it too, so then we decided we should live closer to church. We could get more involved and really be able to make going to church easier for us and there wouldn't be an excuse, other than work, to not go. We looked at three places around Farmers Branch and Addison. The one we decided on is conveniently the same location as a good friend of mine, the same one that got me to give Watermark a second chance. We are living in a BEAUTIFUL place with one of my closest friends. Our home is filled with love, with Christ, Bath and Body Works candles on every surface and a wallflower in every outlet (it smells like heaven). When I leave for a trip now I can't wait to come home. I can't wait to walk in the door and walk to my room and take in my space.
Now why is my room such a big deal? Back in 2010 my family lost our home. When we moved I thought I'd be moving out within the next few months. I had plans to move closer to the city so this new home we moved into wasn't permanent for me (so I thought), this was space I was just passing through. I never decorated my room. The walls were bare. There was no flow, it was just a hodge podge of stuff to fill the space and make it a room. Just to be clear, this was a personal choice. I didn't want this place to be home. So I didn't allow myself to nest and decorate, that would have meant accepting what was lost. Then I finally moved to Texas and into my first apartment. Being the broke "new hire" that I was I didn't have the money or the time to make my room what I wanted. It was beautiful and my mom helped me set things up and make it mine, but there were a few projects that just never got done for it to fully come together. A year later, my lease was up. Mind you only 3 months before moving I finally hung pictures in my room, ya I know. So this next move was a big deal. I was excited about decorating and making this place mine and ours. So I started planning, and I became so overwhelmed with various ideas, I may have changed my mind with decor once a week. I couldn't figure out why i was so indecisive and why I was making such a deal out of this (at the time I didn't realize what my pattern had been over the last 5 years). It took getting my mom out here (she should have been an interior decorator, she is just incredible at putting things together) and taking my pillow sham and left over material from my headboard to Pier One and taking over a sofa of theirs for everything to finally come together, and it was in a span of 5 minutes too.
Having my mom here to help me put everything together and seeing my room fully come together left me speechless and in tears. My room is my sanctuary. My peaceful place. My space.
Now why is my room such a big deal? Back in 2010 my family lost our home. When we moved I thought I'd be moving out within the next few months. I had plans to move closer to the city so this new home we moved into wasn't permanent for me (so I thought), this was space I was just passing through. I never decorated my room. The walls were bare. There was no flow, it was just a hodge podge of stuff to fill the space and make it a room. Just to be clear, this was a personal choice. I didn't want this place to be home. So I didn't allow myself to nest and decorate, that would have meant accepting what was lost. Then I finally moved to Texas and into my first apartment. Being the broke "new hire" that I was I didn't have the money or the time to make my room what I wanted. It was beautiful and my mom helped me set things up and make it mine, but there were a few projects that just never got done for it to fully come together. A year later, my lease was up. Mind you only 3 months before moving I finally hung pictures in my room, ya I know. So this next move was a big deal. I was excited about decorating and making this place mine and ours. So I started planning, and I became so overwhelmed with various ideas, I may have changed my mind with decor once a week. I couldn't figure out why i was so indecisive and why I was making such a deal out of this (at the time I didn't realize what my pattern had been over the last 5 years). It took getting my mom out here (she should have been an interior decorator, she is just incredible at putting things together) and taking my pillow sham and left over material from my headboard to Pier One and taking over a sofa of theirs for everything to finally come together, and it was in a span of 5 minutes too.
Having my mom here to help me put everything together and seeing my room fully come together left me speechless and in tears. My room is my sanctuary. My peaceful place. My space.
