I was doing some cleaning today. Valentines Day.
I got this black shelf unit from Ikea a while back. It took me months to find a use for it and to put it together. I started making shea again and decided to use it to store things. So I put it together and put it next to my patio door. It felt like a good spot for it. Up against the wall, will stay cool next to the patio door, it seemed to fit right in.
It was there for a few months, maybe 6 months, until today. I was doing a purge and moved it. It served its purpose there. Fit right into everything else, but I kept thinking I could do something else with it. But, I moved it today.
Now that space is empty. I can still picture it up against that wall. I really enjoyed it there, but it was time to move it. With it being gone from the spot it’s been in, I wondered if moving it was the right choice.
But then I realize that it’s still here, just in a different place. I still like it just as much, even in it’s new spot. I can still use it, it’ll still be functional and serve a purpose. It’s a very good shelf, I loved it so much, I picked up three at once, lol. Is its new home the permanent place for it? Who knows. But for right now, it’s right where it belongs.
I was seeing a guy, let’s introduce him as The Cat Dad. I told him I had a blog and that one day he’ll appear in it. It’s just the nature of dating a writer. He probably doesn’t like The Cat Dad, but, it’s staying. He draws and does artsy things, but sadly, The Artist was taken. I have a thing for artsy, dark-haired men.
This won’t be his origin story, or the breakup story, but just, a story.
On one of our last dates, I took him to my favorite spots in the city. I showed him what was sacred to me. I felt that he was ready, and they were places I really wanted to bring him to. We ate outside in the chilly January and made up stories of the lives of dead people. We talked about coming back and doing a tiny bit of exploring.
I liked that he always entertained my rambling and creating silly stories like that. He even used one of my ideas in a campaign he’s making. He saw the creative person in me. Just today, I was making up backstories to his mutant Pokemon. That day he brought some of his drawing things with him. I’m pretty sure he travels with at least his drawing notebook and a pencil. I keep a notebook and a pen in my bag. You just never know when the creative urge will happen.
He thanked me for allowing him into my spaces. He was honest and sincere. It felt good. It felt right.
I felt that he was worthy of what was sacred to me. He still is.
Two weeks later we stopped dating.