It's just after 3am and I'm still awake. My brain's too busy with everything that's been happening today, so no wonder I can't sleep. Nothing bad, of course, but emotionally challenging would be a more accurate way of describing my day. However, one must soldier on, mustn't one.
Turns out, my dad and I are "room-swapping". I have a smaller room, which contains a book-case full of films and other rubbish, a big chest of drawers filled with my clothes, a temporary set of drawers for my partner's clothes, a big crate of boots in the wardrobe, as well as my old work stuff in a big box up the top, and a random assortment of stuff from my childhood stored up there. There's also a double bed, a bedside table, a desk, the tv and more items that I daren't even list. My dad has the master room all to himself - and the dog, of course - and he has very little stuff in there. It's a massive room and he's not exactly using the 2 small wardrobes, 1 large wardrobe, chest of drawers and 2 bedside tables to the best of their ability. Everything is full of old stuff belonging to my mum, who died 10 years ago, and none of it gets used or touched.
So.
What we plan to do is go through everything, keeping our favourite pieces of clothes of hers, favourite items, things we remember her by, and get rid of the rest. She was a very large woman so her clothes are no use to me, and they're certainly no use to my dad. I can just imagine him wandering around the house in her spotty dress. Oh, how the mind boggles! But yes, that's the plan at the moment. Dad's doing some DIY on the free-standing wardrobes and then the clearout begins. Once that's all done, it's time to swap bedrooms. Moving all his belongings out of his room into mine will be a doddle. But, taking all our bits and pieces may take some time. However, it'll be worth it in the end. Before the move, though, I have some decorating to do. He had his room painted yesterday after the fire we had in May, and I really like the fresh magnolia colour it is. So, I'm going to find a pretty wallpaper, maybe red with magnolia in it, and put that up on the wall where the headboard would be. It'll look stunning and be an instant transformation, instead of painting it all again. Besides, the painter did a much better job than I ever could!
Hopefully, we'll be moved in there in a couple of weeks, but there's no rush, since I'm not planning on moving out anytime soon. I know I've applied to university, but it'll still work out cheaper if I live at home and travel in every day. I'll get more help from the university if I did that than if I got a flat in town. Besides, I wouldn't trust staying there. Out here, there's a lot more safety, and I don't have to bother humphing any of my stuff from my room into Aberdeen just so I can stay there for a couple of years then come back home again. I mean, I have plenty time to move out. I might not even have to move away at all, but we'll cross that bridge when the time comes. I mean, if we decided to get married, then fair enough, we might look for somewhere for ourselves, but that also gives us more time to get money together to buy somewhere. If I came home, and we were married and had a kid, then at least I don't have to worry about a baby-sitter. Dad would be here, and come that time, he'd be retired and would really enjoy looking after a wee one.
That's all in the future though, so never mind. I shouldn't even be thinking or writing about that, but no one actually reads this, so it's ok. If no one reads it, it hasn't actually been written... I don't know, my brain's fried. I'm too excited to get in and decorate the new room. I want it to be all pretty and relaxing and nice and just perfect for us to live in. My room will suit my dad better anyway, since it's smaller and the morning sun doesn't come in your window as soon as it appears. My window faces West, and his faces East. It's ok though, because I'm up early anyway for work, and soon to be uni (hopefully) so I'm not too worried about it. Plus, my curtains are black-out ones, so it's always dark, no matter how bright the sun is.
Ok, I give up. I'm tired, and I'm making so many mistakes while I'm typing, it's unreal. So, I'm going to try and sleep, dreaming about my gorgeous other half and the cuddles I'm going to get as soon as he's home. I really want to have a long lie today, and by golly I'm going to have it. Let's see if I'm actually awake by the time he gets home. Here's hoping I'm not!
Night folks.
Dx
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