Welcome to my home! My room mates are my 7 year old son and his tabby cat, Theodore Huxtable. The kid gets the large bedroom. The rest of the space is open plan which is just a classy way of saying that all my shit is in one room. I’ve made the best use of space that I can and often get complimented on how comfy and inviting it is but since I’ve started being a full-time, work from home artist, there’s hardly space to move!
Sometimes I have to remind myself of how utterly grateful I was the day we moved here in November 2009. Our life in the months prior were the most stressful of my life so far. My 8 year marriage ended only months after we emigrated here from the UK and shortly after that, my son was diagnosed with Autism. Due to financial constraints, my X and I were forced to co-habituate for the remainder of our lease. During that time, things got very ugly between us. The relief I felt at finally having a safe place to raise my son can’t be described in any words that I know.
We had almost nothing. We’d moved here as a family on a 2 year work visa and had left most of our worldly possessions back in the UK in our large, 4 bedroom home. We had quite a different lifestyle back then, filled to the brim with lavishness, excess and privileged.
I never saw any of it again. I walked away from it all without a thought. I was happy enough just to have a double height air mattress, 2 bedside tables, a dining room set, a large floor rug, a yellow chair and my freedom! I won the TV and playstation3 in the separation because I was the bigger gamer but I didn’t have anything to put them on so they lived on my floor for awhile. The kids room was fully furnished from our condo so I didn’t have to worry much about that, we just decorated the walls with a SpongeBob SquarePants theme and called it a day.