Moving in Place

When I was a kid, my parents (and the rest of us) moved every seven years. Not from one city to another, just a matter of a few miles each time, mostly "trading up" to a nicer place. Then when I went away to college, I moved every year, and kept that up for a few years after graduation. It was like I had an instinct to move periodically.

But then I lost my wanderlust and settled down. I got an apartment I liked, and I stuck with it. I did move once since then, in the wake of a double whammy: an unsuccessful attempt at cohabitation, and a huge increase in my rent. But the place I moved to has been a keeper; I've been living here for well over seven years now, and I have no wish to move.

Part of the reason for that is that from time to time, I move... in place. I rearrange the furniture, switching one room to another purpose, etc. One room has, at various points in my time living here, been the bedroom, the office, the guestroom, a storage room, and the TV/exercise room.

I'm doing a little bit of that right now. Not only does it give me some of the variety I might otherwise be missing, it's also a good motivator to clean the house. I'm not a slob, but I usually have much more interesting things to do with my time rather than clean and keep things organised. So the place tends to devolve over time. But I really do prefer living in a tidy environment, so if moving the sofa to the other side of the room requires putting away a bunch of monitors, keyboards, and computer cases I've been stacking next to the wall, and it reveals a herd of mutant dust bunnies clustering on the floor where the sofa sat... it's a good opportunity to take care of that.