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Right after I finished hanging up the pictures for The Wall, I decided to transform the house inside and out. I made a list of the things I’ve always wanted to do and got right to work. One day, I spent 13 hours setting up the garden, hanging a porch swing, and building a new patio set for the backyard. I worked so hard that day, two of my neighbors brought over food. Two weeks later, spent my weekend painting the kitchen walls and cabinets. I then rented a wet saw and learned how to cut and hang a tile for a new backsplash. I got new furniture for the living room (there’s a pink couch in my living room, y’all), new décor for the kids’ rooms, hung new art all over the house, changed my closet to a cloffice, and reorganized all the books in the house. 

I redecorated every room in the house, except the bedroom we shared. It just didn’t occur to me to spruce up the room we shared for years.

Then one night, about six months after we split up, I woke up in the middle of the night and reached out to his side of the bed. I was half asleep and had completely forgotten about the fact that no one would be there. It took me about 30 seconds to realize why I was alone in what still felt like our bedroom. Once I came to my senses, I sat up, turned on the light, and looked around the room. The room was exactly has it was when we shared the space. I thought to myself: OK… it’s time to make this my bedroom.

I rearranged the furniture. I got new linens, chairs, and nightstands. I filled the room with dried flowers and potted new plants. Finally, I painted the walls black. The black walls are my favorite part! 

I haven’t reached out to the other side of the bed since. 

I love my home more now than I ever have