I came home Friday night after a loooooong week of work battling a snotty, disgusting cold and too many impossible deadlines to find that A. and completely and utterly rearranged the entire house.
THE ENTIRE HOUSE.
It is great; the furniture has been rearranged to take better advantage of the sunlight streaming through the windows and artwork has been hung to catch our eyes again (or for the first time, it seems).
The house also feels a lot more spacious. Because! Not only did A. rearrange every room of the house, he also threw away loads and loads of useless shit.
Halleluiah! Praise the Lord!
A. is very sweet, very gentle, and very sincere. He genuinely treasures the people in his life. This is one of the qualities about his soul that not only attracted me to him (along with his Super-smart Hotness), but keeps me with him. It also means that he is very sentimental. This, by extension, has meant that he attaches sentimental value to every last thing that can be associated with someone he cares about. Including mugs, pillows, various stuffed animals (both of the teddy bear variety and the deer head mount variety), old board game boxes, a giant stand-alone Star Wars display.
(Please don’t misunderstand me to think that A. is a hoarder or anything. I am on the other extreme end of this spectrum; I don’t even have a high school yearbook from my senior year. So, what I consider to be piles and piles of junk is probably completely acceptable to everyone else.)
Once A. reassured me that he truly believed that the stuff he tossed he didn’t need or want, I wandered around the house in an uncluttered daze. The clarity! The space! The organization! The light! Oh, the light! It is like we live in a new house.It is so awesome.
Do you know what else makes something old seem new? Shoe polish. I just polished my black Danskos and holy shit! It is like I have a brand-spanking-new pair of shoes on!