Well yesterday I had to begin packing up my art studio, as we were down to one week until the big moving day. She looks so barren right now, but I am sure she will be even more hallow as a creative womb once I am finished by the end of today. UGH! I feel like Charlie Brown after Lucie has pulled the football out of the way and I have landed on my back, resulting in knocking the wind out of myself … and my sails. (I took a few pictures of the studio and garage this morning, before I jump back in and pack up the rest.)
Yes, trust me, I know about horrible things that really happen in peoples lives and this doesn’t even rank on the scale of true pain or misery, but it still feels like there is a vise squeezing my heart.
Don’t get me wrong. I am very excited about moving to the new house (new for us). I just really like where we are now, plus this is our sons first and only home so far. So many wonderful memories. The last house I was upset to leave was on Morris Drive in Victoria when I was about to start grade 6. I had such good friends there & a ferry ride was a bit too far (and expensive) to keep up on play dates.
My new studio will be smaller than the one I have now & I have to somehow fit in two extra cabinets and a work desk. Now, there is something to ponder…., how the heck am I going to do that? I know I will be getting a larger one in about two years when we add on to the house, but in the mean time…
I am tempted to look into buying a large shed for the back yard, insulating it and checking out the possibilities of solar powered lights and heat. At least that way I might get the larger studio sooner (which I can have art parties in), but I will still need a permit and more money. Ideas Anyone?
Well I had better get back to it, as it won’t pack itself, will it? ha ha
Have a great day, keep smiling and creating!