Years back, in the salad days of my early twenties, I lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment in a converted old mid-rise hotel in the Mount Vernon area of downtown Baltimore. It's the kind of apartment that would have rented for two grand in NYC, but in Baltimore was pretty low rent. It was a neat building, but was a bit run down. It had the distinction of sharing the block with the Baltimore Cathedral. It has since been torn down and turned into a park, which gives you some idea of the kind of shape it was in.
Anyhoo, my parents came for a visit and stayed in my tiny apartment with me. They slept on the itsy bitsy pull out sofa I had in my itsy bitsy living room. These are the people who think they're slumming it if they're in anything less than a junior suite in a hotel. I left them alone there while I went to work during their visit. I figured they would walk around the neighborhood, grab something to eat and we'd catch up in the afternoon. What I hadn't planned on was my mom. She is a woman with no patience for sitting around. Even a few idle minutes are an opportunity to DO SOMETHING.
When I walked through the door after work that day, I was like, "WHAAAT?!" It seems my stepdad took just a teensy bit too long in the shower and my mom heard opportunity knocking. She had rearranged ALL of the furniture in my apartment. Remember it was a small apartment, but STILL.
Every woman thinks they won't grow up to be their mother. Even the best of mothers have their quirks, their funny sayings or their annoying (what? no!) habits. We all think, "I'm my own person, that won't be me!" And inevitably, we all become our mothers in more ways than we ever expected. I hear my mom in the way I say words and the phrases I say to my daughter and as it turns out the likeness extends to my inability to allow something to stay the same for long.
So I apologize that y'all keep walking into my blog and I've moved all the furniture. I just can't seem to settle on how I want it to look and I keep changing things up. I know that in the interest of branding, you're supposed to have a consistent look, but I just. can't. do. it. I need VARIETY.
In the end, I am my mother's daughter.