More movement, stripping my sense of self away from the physical space I inhabit. Forcing me to examine what is ‘me’ and what is merely the stuff surrounding me. Holding a mirror to the ego without the protection of familiarity and comfort we tend to create in our nesting habits.
It’s very jarring, this process of intentional displacement. Shakes you up from the inside. It is, in every sense of the word, disturbing.
I don’t mind it too much. Instead, I take an almost perverse pleasure in exploring the spaces that others create for themselves. You can learn a lot about someone by the way they fill the space they dwell within. Give me an hour to explore your home and I can learn more about you than you could ever know. Home decor is the art of hiding your personality in plain sight. I am an explorer. An observer.
This is what I do.
My latest dwelling is a place of peace. Serenity. Sanctuary. Soft tones, gently executed, but very deliberately so. This was crafted with a purpose, like a modern Zen garden.
Trinkets, memories, are scattered among the metaphorical lines in the sand, bringing the self into that space. A physical signature, denoting its creator.
Miniature redwoods reach towards the sky as the light fades, the sole sign of organic life here. Their presence is refreshing, a beautiful counterbalance to the soft whites and creams that dominate.
Coming here after a weekend of camping, training, and arduous debauchery has been a welcome time of recovery.