tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786474119988979465.post333691256362426684..comments2023-10-11T10:37:13.541-04:00Comments on AmethJera's Broom With A View: Hey, I Got An Idea...Let's Move!AmethJerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09575410695782447489noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786474119988979465.post-64742272412128551952011-08-11T13:42:44.232-04:002011-08-11T13:42:44.232-04:00"I used to have" is probably one of the ..."I used to have" is probably one of the worst regrets to have, because what you 'used to have' is usually something that made your life easier or had an emotional attachment to. I often find myself reaching for something I no longer have and wondering where it went-it's maddening.AmethJerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09575410695782447489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786474119988979465.post-1990031411485772072011-08-11T13:18:05.796-04:002011-08-11T13:18:05.796-04:00I totally understand the living-out-of-boxes syndr...I totally understand the living-out-of-boxes syndrome. I recently, and *finally* moved from a bad, emotionally abusive situation where about half my "stuff" was thrown into boxes for 3 years. Many of my things are still stored over 300 miles away, until I can save up money to go get them and end that chapter of life. <br /><br />Now I am slowly furnishing a small house and trying to find places for things and sift through my past life. As I unpack, I find sometimes joy in rediscovering something thought lost. Still, I often say "I used to have ... " or find myself reaching for something that is no longer there.<br /><br />I am a nester by instinct and no matter where I am find a corner to make my own. For so long of my life, a corner or shelf or tabletop was all I had. Faced with this space, sometimes I find that I don't know who I am, or what I like - not even a color to paint a wall. I try to look forward to discovering who I am, but still find myself waiting to be told to put my things away.<br /><br />I hope for you a space where you can be yourself, free and fearless. Leaping into the unknown is a scary thing ... sometimes we crash. But usually, we pick ourselves up, dust ouselves off, and start all over again. Be Well and hopeful AmethJera.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786474119988979465.post-57201150472203977412011-08-11T11:03:39.765-04:002011-08-11T11:03:39.765-04:00Blessings to you my friend, I can completely relat...Blessings to you my friend, I can completely relate to your experiences and feelings here. Having a "stable" home is probably number one priority for me (aside from my kids' well-being). Perhaps it is a trait of the "Cancer", but it is something that has been so far out of reach for years on end and can really mess with my mood.<br /><br />Finally, after years of struggle, times of homelessness, etc...we have found a modest 110 year old house we could buy on land contract for MUCH less than rent. The house is in desperate need of a lot of work and doesn't look very "pretty", but it's solid and has potential.<br /><br />All the best energies coming your way so you can find that place of your own - put your newspaper down and return to where you left it 2 hours later. ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07723368404911817023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786474119988979465.post-26707503875295088252011-08-11T06:52:18.607-04:002011-08-11T06:52:18.607-04:00As someone who has racked up her fair share of fre...As someone who has racked up her fair share of frequent mover miles, I totally appreciate this post. May you find your true home soon and be blessed to have it all to yourself. Hugs!Alexis Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06145923777596112574noreply@blogger.com