Rearrange

They rearranged the trash cans on the third floor, and now one fills the corner where I used to nap. The nook is just the right size, and I can see why they would want it there. But just around the back of this corner is another identical bin. There is no purpose in having both, and yet there it sits, a brown cube in my spot. No longer is this space one for my seclusion, so I move down the hall to the next corner. It's too open, less comfortable. I do not like this change.

I rearranged my cabinet last week, fitting together boxes and cans so that all my food is organized and accessible. Everything is neat, crisp, and precise- except the chip bags. Those just sit atop it all, leftovers that don't seem to belong. This change is one that is useful.

My heart was rearranged when I broke up with my first boyfriend. I learned some things I hadn't known about him, learned that he wasn't who I'd believed. I learned about relationships and about myself. And I kind of still hate this change. Even though it was good for me in the end, I miss the person I thought I knew. But in the end, though it hurt, this change was good.

My stuff was rearranged, when I moved into my apartment. Now I have half a room (though the room itself is twice as large) and half a bathroom (which is better than sharing with my four siblings). The pictures on the wall are neatly placed and offset from one another. I love the angles and the dynamic that creates. The window is smaller and has blinds rather than curtains, and the spiral stairs down to this basement lair seem a bit fragile. But they never fall, and I find that I like this change.

Life was rearranged when I left home and moved to Provo. All of my old friends seemed to drop off the face of the earth, and new ones rushed in to fill that space. Though I still talk to some old friends, and hung out with them over Christmas, they are no longer my core group. These new friends are not the kind thrust together by shared classes. We're all friends because we get along, rather than because it's convenient. I have learned so much about myself and about life, in these short six months. This is a change that I like.

So even though change means I must find a new spot to sit (or move the trash can) I suppose overall that rearranging things is good. It only helps growth.