After my first marriage of 15 years ended, I remember I went to the hall closet, it was his closet for his clothes. He had come and moved his things out. There were a few Playboy magazines on the floor along with some other trash. I looked at the closet and thought, how will I use this? Then I painted the inside of the closet. Then I painted the hall, and it went on from there. I remember telling a friend that I felt the way I did when my daughter was born. You know that nesting instinct, that desire to clean everything including the crisper drawer. “ahh” my friend said, “You are peeing in the corners. You are marking your territory.” Yes, that is exactly what I did.
I could not wait for this second marriage to end. It had been lingering for so long. I could not wait for him to move out and then I could being to pee in the corners. Making my mark this time was different. My second husband had what I call Asperger tendencies. He did not like clutter or things on the wall, so over the years of marriage, things came down. My walls were bare. That is not me. My dad left me several paintings. I gave my daughter one of the best ones. But the rest I began to hang up in my house. My walls now have paintings. My husband did not like change, so I immediately moved my furniture around. I purchased a new/old rocker and made a quaint reading place, and I placed wooden hiking sticks, mine and my granddaughter’s in the corner of the den like talesman. My goal is to get plates from each of the places I go and put them on the walking stick. Apparently, that is a thing, and I am excited to do it. I also own hiking poles that I like better than walking with a stick but I love the idea of a stick covered in symbols of my adventures.
I have purchased electric candles scattered in bunches throughout the house. They are on timers and greet me when I come in at night. It is my way of saying. I love you, I’m thinking of you and you deserve something special.
So, I am peeing in corners once again, and I love it. I also went into his room and painted. Boy did I paint, I painted and spruced the master suite and made it so pretty. You would think I would move in there, but I’m partial to the other side of the house and have entertained the idea of renting the space. At least I’m getting it ready to do that. It looks great.
Continuing to mark my territory.
Pusche