My bedroom is huge.
It's large enough that Hillary and I somewhat seriously discussed moving into one of the smaller bedrooms and using the master as a playroom or otherwise more functional room. This came up again somewhat more recently as we struggled with clutter, organization and general inefficient use of space.
Now I have another problem. This room feels like our room. I need to make some changes there as going into our room every day alone hurts every time my brain reminds me of it.
But what to do here. I bought and put in a new dresser like we had talked about. Notably one smaller than would have sufficed for the pair of us, but you know.
I think I need to address the art next. I like most of what we had in there, but it still feels too much like the shared room that we spent so much time in. I did remove the pictures of the two of us that were in there. Staring at photographs of some of my happiest or most meaningful memories of Hillary every time I looked for socks was just too much.
We'll see. I framed a print I'd had for a few years yesterday. I'm going to see if I can figure out where to hang it next.
Small steps I guess.