day 31

So I couldn't help but notice that my husband’s home improvement centers around cleaning out the guest bedroom/storage room/office/his man cave.

I remember when we first moved in this room was going to be the temporary storage room for all the things we deemed we would deal with “later”.  When my son was born the guest bedroom became his room and this room was supposed to become the guest bedroom but instead became a storage room with a giant bed in it. 

I’m glad my husband has found his man cave.  Even family members can use some social distancing.  He said the room can be used by both of us but I’ve already found a place.  My bedroom. 

Our bedroom is the smallest room in the house.  The realtor said it was the nursery but when I saw it I wanted it because it has a glass screen wall overlooking the terrace.  My vision was to make this terrace an extension of our bedroom with a garden full of plants and flowers and Jardin des Luxembourgish lawn chairs.

Sometimes I come in with my morning coffee, close the door, sit in my bed and watch the urban sunrise’s effect on the raspberry bush, bamboo trees, and jasminum nudiflorum. Sometimes I do yoga facing the Buddha statues.  Sometimes I simply read propped up by pillows and occasionally look out into the garden and beyond, to my neighbors themselves out on their balcony enjoying a moment outdoors or perhaps, solitude.  Just like me.