For the first time since I rented my own place 30 years ago I have my own space...my own room...my own level of this house if I so choose. As in introvert this is something I have so desperately missed in my life. It is like my own magickal place where it smells good, is filled with only my things and I feel I can breathe and truly relax. This is just an impromptu list off the top of my head.
I can see far vistas unlike when downstairs.
The energy is so fabulous, like a love filled cocoon.
It is mine. None of my husband's crap is allowed, period!!!
I have no one to clean up after but myself.
I can hear the rain on the roof.
I hear owls hooting without the windows having to be open!
I have given up television. I do not miss it. For the record I do have a portable DVD player and a radio/CD player. I listen to a lot more music now. And Wisconsin Public Radio.
Tabby (my cat) seems to love it also.
Mourning Doves sit on the roof and I can hear their gentle cooing.
I can be in my under garments or less without being harassed.
It is my own sanctuary.
No one questions my altar. (because they don't see it)
No judgement. If I want to work on art for hours no one is snorting their disapproval as to how I am spending my time.
Freedom to be myself.
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