A Little Inspiration

When I was a young college student, I turned my parent’s travel trailer into an apartment.  It was parked in their huge back yard.  It was a large Coachman trailer that I’m sure they no longer produce.  It wasn’t one of the new lines of lightweight trailers or RVs that dominate the market nowadays.  It would sleep 8-10 but for those couple of years, it was all mine.  I had one area set up as a bed full time.  It was perfectly situated for feeling the heater at night during the winter.  At times, I would use my appointed childhood bed which was the top bunk at the rear of the trailer and that location was my favorite reading spot in the summer since it got a lot of the air conditioning from the ceiling mounted air conditioner.  I had an area (what was intended to be the large dining/entertaining area) as my study area.  It was surrounded by windows and had a surface that was perfect for storing my books when they weren’t in use.  It was my own little sanctuary.  Now, 20 years later, I remember the beauty of the structure in my life during those years.  My niece is about to graduate from high school and I hope that she finds an equally welcome sanctuary in which for her to start her adult life. 

 

Each day, I’m looking for a bit of inspiration.  I have found myself delaying some goals due to the unexpectedness and daily responsibilities in life.  I came across this photo of a space entitled “pretty light” and its simplicity, light and structure reminded me of what I think of as my first place.  I am going to set up my front living space as my Inspiration Space.  It already plays home to my piano, a lovely large desk, my art easel and supplies so a wall mount for my violin will be a welcome addition.  There are, of course, items that are less than inspiring such as the baskets of laundry needing to be folded and the bankers boxes that I refuse to stuff back in a closet in honor of project organization.  In those first days of adulthood, there sure was a lot less paper in my life. 

In honor of resurrecting those long lost care free days, my mission (I have no real choice but to accept it) is to go through each of the bankers boxes over the next few days and sort everything into appropriate piles and files.

Photo Repinned from Interior by Emma Stefan