I hate the spare room. We have a small house. 3 Bedroom, 1 and a 1/2 bath. But my house often feels too big. The computer room we use some, but not nearly as much since we were given a laptop. And even less after we got rid of our internet. And then the spare room rarely has the door open. The spare room is larger than our own bedroom. Our room has a larger closet and a much better view from the window though. Anyways... I don't like that spare room. It was once the guest bedroom/computer room. It was once the computer/storage room. I decided to make it the pet's room and put all of Nick and Frosty's toys in there. Then I called it a sitting room because it had lots of places to sit. But really it's just an extra room I don't know what to do with. Now I want to make it my craft/painting room. Or maybe just use it for exercising in. But we all know what that spare room is supposed to be, don't we?
Walls painted light blue, with tall green grass, flowers larger than life. A tree in the corner stretched across the ceiling. Clouds and stars painted above. This vision grows more and more. Eventually the crib in the corner would be a little white metal framed bed, the one I used to sleep in. And then there would be another right beside, the one my sister used. The kids would grow and maybe one day I'd get the wooden bunk beds we used, that my aunts did before me. There is plenty of room... With bunk beds I could easily fit a third child in there...
Instead it is a white room. It is full of things, but it feels empty and hollow. Everything that doesn't have a home, finds a place there. It gets cleaned before guests come, then stays that way for a while. I often wish someone would move in with us and we wouldn't have a spare room. Give life to a place we both seem to avoid. I hate that room, wish someone would give it purpose. I wish we lived in a larger house with less rooms to give meaning to... Yeah, I'd like that. That or I pray God would fill our house with a family.
