Spousal separation does strange things to a home.
There’s a wall on the top floor between DD2’s bedroom and the bathroom that I walk past too many times a day to count. That wall is completely bare, except for a single nail. It has been in this state for 6 months now, but I’ve been too busy to really notice until today.
I stopped, looking at it, remembering the gorgeous print of a ballet dancer that used to be there, a treasured gift my ex received as a child.
It’s a blank slate. Newness. Mine to play with.