Identity Crisis.

Do you think it's odd that I keep changing my living room around? I think I've been doing this since, like, the third grade. I'd tell my mum I had a fever (try rubbing the thermometer between you palms and then quickly cramming it under your tongue prior to mum entering the room) and stay home from school. Eventually I would get bloody bored laying there, supposedly very ill, so I would then, quite seriously visualize a new room in my fevered mind, and then go about taking apart the room, moving the furniture into my vision. And wow - instant gratification. Loved it!

I still do it, only in perfectly fine health. It is something I've come to believe, I'll always do. It's pretty fun. I highly suggest it. As opposed to moving, which I also do just for the absolute fun of challenging myself with a new place. An expensive hobby.













Here's the latest living room. Rico feels it really opens up the room. And the sofa feels much cozier closer to the fireplace. For now.