We've been spending our holiday vacation balancing time between the forest wilderness and the wilderness of unpacked moving boxes and heaps of stuff that needs to be recycled, donated or thrown out. Slowly we're making our way into an organized home. The old me wouldn't do anything else until the house was unpacked and settled in. But the dogs teach me to take things slower and ignore the boxes that aren't urgent and get out to enjoy the outdoors with them.
We moved to Switzerland with a 20-foot container (with only half of our furniture) and came home with a 40-foot container. So there's a lot to sort through and decide on how to fit into the house. Turns out, we're not the only ex-pats this has happened to. It can be daunting and overwhelming. Every room is turning into "Room 2.0," a re-design or re-function. For example, I now drive a truck so we changed parking spots in the garage. And since where he parks his normal-sized car used to be where I used to park my shorter Mini Cooper, it now poses so many more problems for his workflow, which means the garage gets a mini-function remodel. Internet, if I ever show you his workshop, you'll understand Mr. Wild Dingo's theory on "the economy of motion" and why he must accommodate for a seamless workflow. Sometimes I look at Mr. Wild Dingo's home project OCD and can barely find the words to articulate it. It's art. But that's another post and if readers really want it, I'll share it another time.
For now, Mr. Wild Dingo, the home project perfectionist (and I write that with great admiration), has been slowly working his way around each room, patching nail pops, matching wall paint, and repairing small dings that naturally come with aging of a home. While he gives our bedroom closet a remodel (we even switched sides in the closet), I take it slower and unpack a box or two, then go cook him a gourmet dinner. I make him take some time off to enjoy good food and play with the dogs in the forest universe. It keeps us sane.
The clearest way into the universe is through the forest wilderness.
~ John Muir
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