the first thing I did when H moved out was start rearranging furniture. I re-did the living room and just switched some more stuff around last week, shifting stuff to different rooms even. He hates everything I've done, I can tell, but its funny, everyone that has come by has loved it.
I have yet to do my bedroom, mainly because I can't figure out how I could do it even close to differently, plus there are some really heavy bookcases that I would have to shift and its more than is in me.
what I would like to do is buy new bedroom furniture and definitely a new bedding set. but the furniture needs to wait, and the bedding, well, I just need to find something I like. but both of those things will come in time. think I'm going to look for some bedding this week...maybe some new stuff has come in that looks good.
anyway, not about me, hope you are okay, and stay strong, keep making your home your own. tuck the pillowcase away but I agree, don't build a shrine around it. I understand that one, btw. when I was in nyc H stayed here with the kids, and I slept on his side of the bed the first night, just to feel close to him. how sad is that? took me a week to wash the sheets, but was fine once I did.
when this first happened, a friend suggested I take a shirt, a favorite piece of clothing I loved of his, and tuck it away. nothing wrong with doing that if you need the reminder of what you are working toward, or just the comfort of the familiar. of course, the same friend suggested that I take a favorite clothing item of his and burn it, shred it, destroy it in mean and evil ways. lol. both of those things sound good to me. it can be anything...can be that pillowcase, even. for me it was a shirt because he has great shoulders/arms and I love how he looks in certain things, love how I feel wrapped in him. I don't obsess about it, I just have it tucked away...its there if I need it. god, this sounds sad, all typed out. lol. but I suppose I've done it my whole life, the shirt thing. I still have a shirt my college boyfriend loved, just found it the other week when I was going thru an old box of stuff.
wow, really babbling here. I'll stop now, not sure I'm even making sense.
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"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
