Change for no reason


When I was a child, one of the things that stood out to me the most was when my parents would change around the furniture in a room. It didn’t happen often, maybe once every year or two, but every once in a while they’d just suddenly decide that things had been the way they were the long enough, and that it was time to change it up and try something new.

I remember it clearly because as a child, I was used to thinking of my environment as static. As far as I knew, the furniture had always been the way it was, since the beginning of time on Earth. It may as well have risen out of the floor exactly where it was. Changing it would never have occurred to me, because you never think to change things which have always been the same.

And now, as an adult, it still never occurs to me. When’s the last time I changed up the layout of a room, just to try something new? I can’t even remember. But that change is refreshing and useful, and dammit, I’m going to do it right now.