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My Own, Precious Room

One of the reasons I wanted to buy the house we live in now is because Husby and I could each have our own rooms.  He could have his office and I could have my very own room.  I didn’t have plans for my very own room, but to have one all to myself seemed so dreamy.  I called it The East Wing.

After sixteen years of living in this house I’ve enjoyed The East Wing a lot.  I decorated it the way I wanted and it was the perfect place to be all by myself if I wanted to be.  There was one problem – oftentimes I used my precious East Wing as a place to stash things.  Sometimes it got a little cluttered.

When I retired at the beginning of December I put three boxes and one grocery bag full of personals I had at the office in The East Wing.  When it became time to decorate the house for Christmas I put the everyday knick-knacks in The East Wing to make room for the holiday decorations.  Because of the mild autumn we had I didn’t rotate my summer and winter clothes until after I retired, so the tub full of summer clothes was also added to The East Wing.

The holiday season is so busy, and being newly retired I relished my newfound free time enough to waste it when I wasn’t planning parties, shopping, and wrapping presents.  Christmas came and I piled many of my Christmas presents in The East Wing.

This is what The East Wing turned out to be since my retirement…

Then came the day I was determined to clear it out.  “A place for everything and everything in its place,” as my dad used to say.  I wanted my room back.  I would conquer it no matter how long it took, despite the multitudes of dust bunnies I had to inhale.  The East Wing should not be a storage closet!  So to work I went.

What a marvelous and productive day it was!  This is how The East Wing turned out…

It’s ready to be my reading room, my writing room, my I-need-to-get-away-from-the-world room, just as it was meant to be.  The best thing about The East Wing?  It’s right across the hall from Husby’s office where he spends a lot of his time.  So close, but as far away as we want or need to be.

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