Finally able to sit again at a desk and write, I pause to look at how we took a crow-bar to not just our house, but to our life - moving away from Channelview, into the R&R chapter at Stormont, while the crow-bar tore apart the basement of Bicknell.
A barometer of how hectic or calm life is at any given moment, the linen closet has always reflected whether life is in order or coming apart at the seams. The banana-box linen shelves initially had me worried.
Preparing and beginning a physical renovation paralleled our life renovation. How long would we live in/out of boxes?! With kids in new chapters of their own, H. at home and Neil abroad, it is time to reinvent ourselves, too. Not-quite-empty nesters, making a nest for the chapters to come. Caught in the construction phase, between the reinvention and its manifestation. Such physical chaos expresses personal chaos as we find our way through a maze of challenges. New inner order both precedes and follows outer order, through sifting and sorting, unpacking priorities.
Things appear to be looking up, at least temporarily.
We have some distance to go yet - insulating, dry walling and painting the basement, replacing closet rods and shelves, ripping out and replacing the kitchen, creating a new heart-of-the-house around a H-built island. We will continue to plan it all together as a family, creating a new space for this new era in our lives. Competing methods, styles and preferences are reconciled, building understanding and learning through compromise. I can live with cardboard shelves, for awhile.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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