A Small Piece of My Room

When I look back on my living spaces, I consistently regret not taking enough photos of my spaces, especially as they change. Last night we brought home a new stove pot because I accidentally ruined our last one by forgetting it on the stove and when we arrived home I completely rearranged the kitchen. But I kinda wish I’d taken a picture of the way it was before, because I’d like to keep those memories. I want to preserve our apartment as it changes so I can look back when we had our very first apartment and didn’t know a thing about decorating.

The same thing happened in my bedroom a few weeks ago. After Tom and I tossed around the idea of moving, I made it a slow moving goal to slowly clear out a lot of excess stuff we’ve accumulated. I started with the bedroom, clearing out a lot of old make up and junk in our bookshelf. Most of it was make up I didn’t use on a daily basis and old things I brought with me when I immigrated to Canada that I just kind of panic-packed. (Oh, you’ve probably panic packed before. You know, when you go on vacation and open your suitcase and say, I brought the ___ but forgot my underpants?)

The result left me with a barren top shelf that I ended up really enjoying personalizing.