Its strange how a simple concept such as a room which is just four walls is, It all changes when you allocate emotions to it, over the past 10 months these four walls have been my sanctuary. The place where I retreat at the end of a long day, the place I take away all the masks and be myself.
I have taken done my photographs, my memories, and even my favorite posters with the exception of a piece by David Appia a piece that gives me mixed feelings, very much similar to the sensations Im feeling now.
As well as started packing the winter clothes the clothes I wont use, and making a pile of things to give away, this sanctuary which I called my own for eight months has changed back to those four empty walls which it was once was when I first arrived.
That sensation in a strange way is very empowering because life is about beginnings and endings. As this chapter closes for me it will open up for someone else. They may or may not have one of the best years of their life. A room is only a room until you make it into a home.
I will leave you with the words of one of my role models Helen Keller, who was blind, deaf and dumb yet able to do so much. She said “Once I knew only darkness and stillness… my life was without past or future.. but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hands that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living”.
