Friends of the Richelieu. A river. A passion.

"Tout cedit pays est fort uny, remply de forests, vignes & noyers. Aucuns Chrestiens n'estoient encores parvenus jusques en cedit lieu, que nous, qui eusmes assez de peine à monter le riviere à la rame. " Samuel de Champlain

"All this region is very level and full of forests, vines and butternut trees. No Christian has ever visited this land and we had all the misery of the world trying to paddle the river upstream." Samuel de Champlain

Friday, December 19, 2014

It was so full I could no longer move

You were filling up my home till there was no more room left for me. I was slowly suffocating from all the things that you kept buying and bringing from elsewhere, never throwing anything away, even when it was run down, broken or useless.

Now, I am slowly taking back control of my life and of my space: slowly, I'm emptying one room after another, throwing the useless and the broken and the grime away. And slowly I can breathe again. I can find my way in my things again. Slowly, I am pushing back what you would consider useful into corners, into rooms, into spaces that I will have to deal with later.

But for now, one room after another, I am taking back what was unreachable and unenjoyable because of all the stuff that was in the way. One room after another, I am going back down to the rafters, to the subfloor, until I can finish that room till it is completely done. Completely done, easy to clean, easy to enjoy, easy on the eyes.

One room after another, I am taking my life back, so I can enjoy what I have and from there, move forward.

1 comment:

  1. You don't remember how long we have been together. You don't remember my birthday. You don't remember how many cats I have at home. My heart is so broken...