With one of the roommates finally out of the house, we're going to turn the basement into a craft room/library, which means I can finally bring home what feels like the rest of me.
And my winter clothes, those are in there somewhere.
I'm probably putting way to much stock in having all of my art stuff back being a fix for the deep malaise I'm mired in, but without it I just feel like a guest in this house. Even after six months it doesn't feel like home; maybe it will, maybe it won't. At the very least it's less excuses to use for inaction!
The real curse is having nice furniture handed down from family, but not having space for it and lol to paying $120 /mo to store it all.
