Tomorrow I'll be a bit more back in form with a Frugal Friday post (yes, even in quarantine) and a Makin' it Monday post as well. I'd like to try to get back to my normal posting mojo and an end of week summary.
I'm a huge believer in personal space. When my husband changed careers and started at the literal bottom when we had two kids and a ten year old and a baby were sharing our only other bedroom, we somehow, I am not sure I remember how, managed to create spaces for both of us. I know part of that required subdivison of the master bedroom.
Even though I am not staying in this house, the past few days have been a revelation as to how it would and could work if DS were retired. It's verification, if you will, that the kind of living situation we chose is the right one. Rather than common living space with just seperate beds and baths (Golden Girl style), we chose an option that has given us each more than one room of our own, as well as a noisier TV room including living space, and a seperate non TV living space. Close enough to be heard if we want, but not heard if we don't.
The other two are finding their way and seeing how they will manage for at least the next two weeks, if not longer. So far, we've managed to be together some, apart more, and it is working out. As I type, I am the one sitting on the blue chair by the fireplace, my sister is in the living room watching an episode of The Final Cut. My son is down the hall with the dog watching TV in his space while on the computer. This is after communal dinner and clean up. The days have been mainly filled with individuality, with some coming together in the yard/patio and other places and the knowledge that other peope are there, if they are wanted or needed.
This in no way changes my desire to move to Texas and even live alone if that is what the cards say. In fact, I'm pretty much looking forward to it and planning for that option at this very moment. But I had always wondered what would happen when my sister retired, if we were still living together, what that would be like after pretty much having a house to myself from dawn to dusk five days a week. Obviously, the current situation is not the norm, with three people in the house or the yard all day. But it could have, would have, worked.
Of course, that in no way addresses the situation of one of the three people not knowing what to do with themselves just after two days (why I expect this to last a couple to three weeks barring a quarantine), and the sudden knowledge that I'm a quiet person who hates background noise and lives with someone who needs it. All the time
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