Trading Spaces
As we visit one another in our supportive networks of cozy kitchen tables, nestled desks, chippy furniture, silver, and Boho styles there are many of us who are, or have been in the last year, trading spaces. I have listened to you, gleaned tips from you, and now it seems it is my turn. My husband and I are trading spaces, we are leaving the fences of suburbia behind. Those comforting dividers that keep us all neatly lined up in a row. Those familiar white picket, brown or iron structures which whisper, this is my space and that is yours. This perfectly defined space which is familiar, comfortable, it is what I am accustomed to. It is home. We are trading the spaces of suburbia for a little more space, not too far from home. A few acres in Rockwall County Texas, where the bobcats and coyotes roam. This is our home site, imagining all of the possibilities and at the same time feeling, well.... As though I am living in an ambiguous position these days, The place where one says-is it this