So far this year has been off to a lovely start. I’ve gained a renewed sense of motivation to continue working on my memoir (or series of short essays?) which I made a priority coming into the new year, and The Boss has been aggressively and excitedly hunting for new office space.
His little company that had only 6 people back in 2010 has blossomed and outgrown its current space and The Boss has been in negotiations with a new building manager for the last several weeks. All we can do now is anxiously wait for names to dance on dotted lines.
The new building is just a stone’s throw from his current office and we’ve been talking a lot about how to create and nurture the new space. While I’m not a part of The Boss’s office I do love brainstorming with him at night on shared pillows ways to create a serene space for him and the others.
Recently, I’ve also been itching to gut our apartment. I want to do a massive reboot of closet space and kitchen cabinets and computer and other work files. I’ve started this process by making mental notes of every corner of our home that could possibly need less of whatever is currently there.
But I’m not sharing my plans to downsize our life again with The Boss (yet) because I know it makes him anxious. Every time I suggest that we get rid of something that we’re not using or something that’s taking up space unnecessarily, his standard response is, “Let’s wait on that. We might need it.”
It’s adorable and frustrating…so I’ve decided to start this process quietly on my own.
I realize I can be like a hurricane at times like this — I’ve been known to abruptly get up in the middle of a movie or leave a conversation to start cleaning the fridge — but my neurosis in this regard has served us well in our marriage since we tend not to stay in the same city for longer than 18 months at a time. See, while we don’t know where life will take us in 2013, I do know we will not be accompanied by sweaters that haven’t been worn since 2003. YOU HEARD ME, PHAT FARM.