I have lived in the same house for 11 years. The first six were as a married woman. The second five have been as a divorced single mom. My home holds many memories...some good, some not so good. One of my challenges over the past five years has been trying to make "our" home into "my" home. It is impossible to banish all the memories, but there is value in re-creating my own space with my son.
Today I took another step. I rearranged a room that still held too much of the past. I re-purposed some of the furnishings into other places. I will still make some more changes in this room - but it feels good for today. The room still holds memories...but it feels different enough now. Different enough to be mine rather than ours. Different enough to start making new memories.