organized chaos

Every once in a while I get disgusted with looking at the same thing around my house and I feel the urge to move stuff around. It usually doesn’t happen all at once, but builds over a few weeks and without any warning or planning I engage myself in a whirlwind of activity shuffling the couch, tv, bed, whatever to different spots.

I think because I’m primarily a right brained thinker, I can’t stand for something to be the same for too long. It bores me to tears. Plus, moving stuff around is a great time to vaccuum out all that dust I’d probably otherwise never get to. When I’m done, I feel refreshed, like I’d just been granted a new lease on life or something.

This may sound kooky, but I can trace this behavior way back to childhood. Moving my bedroom furniture around was one of my favorite things to do. Yes, my family shakes their heads at my inability to leave things alone. Except my gremlins. How I love them. They have taken after dear old mom, and LOVE it when I move stuff around. They request for their rooms to be shifted every few months also.

I don’t do it as often as I used to, especially during my recent pregnancy. That just about killed me to not move things around when I felt the urge.

So how long has your furniture been in the same place?