Embarking on the Midlife House Project

Necessity forced me to buy a house. I needed to provide my kids with a stable household. That was my one goal over the years after my divorce. Well, I managed to make that happen. But it’s just a house. I want it to feel like a home. That is the real challenge. Especially when creating a home means figuring myself out. Isn’t our home supposed to be a reflection of who we are?

No pressure. Who the fuck am I? Damned if I know. So that’s my journey. I’m the not quite middle aged woman figuring herself out while she wades through the years of possessions that have followed me here to Texas from my mother’s house, from the houses of my previous marriage, and from my years of recovering from the divorce while living in an apartment.

My birthday is on the horizon. I have decided that this year for my birthday I will fix up a room in this house to suit me. I have chosen the front room. There is this room that on a floor plan would typically called the living room. My kids disagreed immediately because we don’t live in that room at all.

In fact, for the first year we lived in this house, it served mainly as storage for unwanted things. Anything we didn’t know what to do with ended up in this room by the front door. I don’t know what I am going to call it, but I know what I want to go in here: Books. Books. Books.

Goals for this project are to deal with the unwanted mish mash that has accumulated in this room and get rid of everything that serves no purpose, and be able to bring my boxes of books in from the garage.

Wish me luck and stay tuned for further developments!