My name is Heather, and I am a sporadic nester.
This is closely linked to my penchant for never unpacking everything. These unfortunate habits are likely rooted in my childhood and the multiple addresses I associate with "home."
When my roommates and I moved a few months ago, it took me a minimum of one week to put any nails in the wall. Nails bring with them a sense of permanence - once I hang that picture up, it's not coming down until I pack it up.
It's been 2 months since I put two nails in the wall. Tonight I added 3 more.
I'm not sure why it feels so significant. I do know that tonight, my house just became a little more of a home.
Baby steps, Heather. Baby steps.
This post reminded me of this: http://xkcd.com/905/
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