Nesting in the house

I wrote yesterday about the urge to clear up the garden.  Needless to say, the nesting instinct did not stop there.  By the end of Saturday, I was physically exhausted because I could not stop myself clearing and tidying and rearranging the whole house. It was not just an instinctive thing, it was the practicality of fitting another adult in the house, one who has not lived here fully for a couple of years at that. 

There is no doubt that the uni student is grateful he has a home to come to, that he was able to decide quickly that he wanted to come home and that his parents were happy and able to collect him.  We were able to be so last minute, simply because he is living at university merely miles from our home. 

The logistics are not all that simple though, we never did get around to extending the tiny bedroom that the now not tiny human occupies when he is here.  And in a couple of years living away from home, the belongings have extended beyond the capacity of his genuinely small room.

That combined with the fact that we now have four adults living in one house and there is still work being done and courses being studied, conference calls are happening all over the house, all through the day.

After a fair amount of furniture shifting we have created four work stations in four different rooms and most of them have a door and some privacy.  

It was another exercise that helped us appreciate what we do have.  We have enough space for us to live comfortably for the foreseeable future.  And there is always something refreshing about moving furniture around and seeing rooms in a new way.  Maybe we’ll be doing this every month or so?