Parts of my home still look like the interior of a moving van, but there are a couple of rooms where only one or two boxes remain. I have not yet woven. I feel too compelled to unpack.
How did all this stuff fit into the Aerie? It was a careful balancing act, and much of it arrived bit by bit, fitting into specific spaces. This house is beautiful but difficult. There are more windows than walls, and far fewer closets. I have twice as much space, but I am still figuring out how to use it.
I have decided that the loom belongs in the living room. I could have chosen the studio, another huge window-filled room off the master bedroom, but I was struck by the intimate view of the woods that the living room has. The house nestles into the hillside, and the woods begin just beyond the windows.