The task of furnishing and putting together said furniture is usually monumental, even more so after nasty break ups and dividing up possessions is over. I’ve spent my fair share of time hunting on offer up and marketplace to fill my home on my budget which is almost non existent. With each piece of furniture put together and each box that gets taken to the curb after being unpacked, I’m getting stronger, lighter and more open! I’m claiming the independence I’ve always craved and feeding my soul at the same time! I never knew I was capable of doing it all on my own, I always knew I wanted to, I just don’t think most people work that way. They want to be needed more than they want to be wanted. I don’t ever want to allow myself to need a person again. I can spend time, enjoy company and even allow myself to love someone again, but I refuse to submit, hand over or cut off my ability to come and go freely. I actually really love the idea of having one person who I can do that with, live separately and function as two independently moving wheels that come together when they want to but aren’t tied down or controlled! So, like this bookcase, I’m putting myself together one piece at a time, slowly and carefully with out force (ok maybe not like this bookcase)!