We moved into our Atlanta home seven years ago. It was quite a change from DC to Atlanta and even more of a change from our three-story, brand-spankin’ new town home in the burbs, to a much smaller, 1952 ranch in the city. In the seven years that we’ve been here, our second bedroom has gone from my home office to a nursery to a bustling bedroom for two rambunctious boys. Our “keeping” room has gone from casual dining area to a casual dining area/office (see preparing for nursery phase) to a playroom.
Through it all, our den has sported horrible, disgusting carpet that needed to be replaced the moment we moved in. It was old, worn and stained with bleach by the sliding glass door. At first it was a financial decision to wait to replace it. We’d just moved. The hubby was in grad school. Then I was pregnant. Then we had a baby and only one income. Then we got a tax refund. Then we found somewhere else to spend that refund. Then we had another baby. Then we just figured crappy carpet is good to have with two messy boys running around. Then, we couldn’t take it anymore and we bit the bullet.
Today, I am looking at a beautiful new, cushy carpet. I am also looking at a decluttered room. In the process of taking things out of the room for the install, I am realizing how little I want to bring back in. It’s forcing us to take a harder look at how we live and how we can better organize it.
But I think we’ll save the harder look for after turkey day, leave the boxes in the attic and spend Thanksgiving with our guests in a lovely, open, brighter space.