A Little Bit of Me

Well, my office is cleaned out and all my things are in boxes in the garage. A friend was updating me on office news, telling me about how a co-worker decided to move into my old office from her much larger office.

"It was pretty funny, watching her try to fit all of her things into Malina's office," he said. Malina's office. It made me feel good that he still ascribed ownership of that office to me, even though I'm gone. It's good to be remembered when you're gone.

I brought the pictures that had hung on my office walls into the house I share with my significant other, and today I walked around looking for places to hang them. They are nice pictures, some of them original art from my native land, and hanging them up brought beauty and color to our house.

It struck me that the things that had hung on the walls in my office were more beautiful, so much nicer than what was otherwise displayed in my house. The atmosphere felt better after I hung them. It's hard to explain, but somehow the house felt cozier, homier, like there was more of me there.

That little bit of me had come home. And that made me wonder if perhaps the act of doing such a thing represented a refocusing of energy, myself. Perhaps I am turned toward this place I live now - my home - instead of toward my work or the outside world. Or maybe that's just ridiculous.