This year we became official empty-nesters. It has been coming for a while; one by one, each kid went off to college, lived in the dorms, but came home for vacations and summers. So their rooms remained theirs and I got the pleasure of cleaning them, but not using them.
Then the second moved out of the dorms and into an apartment. She took most of her furniture and some of her stuff, and I gained a guest room.
I could get used to this.
Then we sold the house and bought a smaller one. I lost my office, my guestroom, and my laundry/craft room.
I set up a space in the garage for my sewing machine and fabric. It was often too cold or too hot to actually work there, but any port in a storm, right?
I set up a space in the garage for my sewing machine and fabric. It was often too cold or too hot to actually work there, but any port in a storm, right?
After some consideration, the third bedroom became a bedroom/playroom for my grandson, rather than a grown-up guest room. It made me happy to have a totally kid space again and, frankly, I was hoping to lure him over as much as possible. And a grownup could still use it if necessary.
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