Also, I have an addiction to moving the furniture around.
If I think about it, I've always had a hankering for change, for a new setup. I remember looking around my bedroom one day as a child, rearranging the furniture in my head, then taking the whole afternoon to make the image in my mind reality. I woke up the next morning, having not alerted my mother to the change, nervous about how she would react to what I had done when she came to wake me up.
(She was fine with it.)
So, our home gets rearranged every two months or so. Usually, it's the living room. The couch has lived on all three walls it could possibly live on and I still wasn't fully satisfied. Last week, I decided we needed something a little more drastic.
We went from (something close to) this:
Our dining room became our living room, our living room our dining room. Now, this is the room you step directly into. There's a little less open space, but there's more coziness. The pathways from front door to back are a little tighter, but there's more spots to sit.
My living room is more important to me than my dining room. Why would I surrender my living room to the renovation when I can just move it?
For now, I like it. Does this arrangement have longevity? Ask me again in two months.