This little creature inside me feels like more of a whole personality every day as its sleep patterns begin to effect my own. It seems to like listening to guitar and male voices sing, as well as news broadcasts, and loves baths. But the eccentricities of what this new life will bring to mine I know I can only begin to fathom. But nevertheless, ready or not, in July will be the start of a whole new beginning. 
This house we call home is in a constant state of shifting, each season we go through within it has its own effect, allowing us to notice certain things about it that we either like, don’t like, or directly need to fix. It is far from perfect and enormously flawed, as only a truly known house can be. We’ll get to things when we get to them, we’ll fix things when we fix them, and life just has to keep happening within it in the meantime.
Over the past several months I’ve been pushing and pulling this house, little bits at a time, so that it will support this new little life coming into it, as well as our changing needs. One thing that needed a drastic shift – my entire workspace. I used to sort of have three workspaces, one for writing and creative thinking, one for sewing and one for storage. This wasn’t always convenient, but I loved the privacy of my little upstairs alcove where most of the writing, sewing and creating happened. But to make room for the baby we had to move part of my closet and my partner’s office. 
To make room for his office we had to move part of my sewing area. To make room for the sewing area I would have had to get rid of my desk and writing area, etc… etc… etc… So starting from scratch we moved everything into one room with the storage area. Everything is in one area, which is convenient. There are large windows that I love. And never did I think in my life I would have a whole room devoted to my work and creative pursuits regarding this “work”. 
I love that it’s a room of my own, and that there’s a tree outside (which might be dead, hope with me it can stay up… ). Scouring our barn I found a way to make a work table and sewing table out an old railing, discarded plywood and a new 6 dollar topper. I found some random chairs, stools, posters, lamps and made myself a workspace. It’s peaceful, and it’s green, my favorite color. I do miss my private little alcove upstairs where I would sew while looking down at the street and field below. But I’ve found over the past years that most spaces when new, make you long for a space that you either dream about or remember. Every day I spend in here working, planning and creating things for others to use makes me connect to this space. Every day I am more comfortable, finding out what part of day has the best light to take pictures. Finding out where exactly I’ll put all the little things, and building up memories and expectations of all the other changes I know are to come.
