I love the view from this window. It faces west and in the evening, I can see the sun set over the city. I imagine how well I will write there. Once the leaves on the trees are out, it will be beautiful, still with glimpses of the street and people passing by below. At the moment, I am shredding paper and getting rid of as much as I can so as to fit into my new space. If there is too much stuff, my brain will feel as cluttered as my environment. Not conducive to writing. So before I leave this house where I have lived for such a long time, I am trying to leave as much clutter as I can behind. How exciting this all is, albeit exhausting. Moving date fast approaches.
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| New floors, new paint job |
