Inner sanctum

I decided to switch my bedroom and living room around. The cold calculating reason was the window air conditioner in what used to be the living room. In order to cool down the bedroom enough to really sleep well I froze in there. Now I can sleep in cool comfort and not freeze the rest of the day.

It bothers me a little, because folks now enter through the bedroom, but most of the people who visit me are family, or like family, so it really doesn't matter at all. And even if they aren't, it is a very nice, sedate, almost formal bedroom.

The other room has become my inner sanctum. I feel safer, cozier, more at ease there than I did when it was the more formal living room by the front door. It seems more private, although both rooms are basically the same in that respect. They each have one large window facing the front of the house.

But the inner sanctum holds the dollhouse and my books. It has the television and my desk.

Many of the things in this room are movable, not just themselves, but they can be taken apart and put back together in new ways. It is like a big toy box, or giant's dollhouse. Of course it could have been that way when it was by the front door in the other room, but it didn't feel that way.

I am freer to rearrange and try things out in here surrounded by all my favorite things. Looking at it is like seeing an MRI of my mind - up close and in color.