Musings of a first time blogger

I've been wanting to do this for some time now but have put it off thinking that no one would actually want to read anything that I have to write. I have always felt and still have the feeling that I have nothing to say that would make a difference in anyone's life. But after reading some of my friends posts, I've decided that even though I may write about the mundane everyday things in life, someone may read it and actually relate to it and if that happens then I may have formed a bond with that person, shared an intimate moment no matter how short-lived or miniscule that bond may be. So here goes.

My mom passed last February and consequently the house that I live in, the house that I grew up in, is now mine. Over the years I've told myself - and others - that when this happened it would be so nice to "get rid" of some things of my parents and truly make the house "mine". That happened in a big way on Friday when a local auction house came and took away the dining room, living room, and bedroom furniture to be auctioned off next month. And silly as this may sound, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The furniture was beautiful in it's own right, but just not my "style". And how many dining tables does one house need anyway? I have a huge kitchen table (thank you Rebecca!) and really didn't need another huge dining table taking up space. So off it went along with the hutch, and corner and end tables. The real shocker was how much room there actually is now in the space that used to be occupied by the dining table and hutch. I'd really forgotten how big the living/dining area is - even with my huge sectional, my monster of an upright piano, my drum set, and my organ. But the real kicker was when I was walking through that area today and it all of a sudden hit me that the house feels like mine now. It feels like MY home. I've never felt that before, even tho I grew up here. Maybe because it's all MY furniture, MY things occupying the space. And again, as silly as this sounds, no matter how much I don't like the layout of the house (I've always hated it), it's so comforting to feel at home in my own home. It's about time.