… but y’all knew that, right? About a year ago, I got this crazy idea to move my computer back into the spare bedroom. I don’t remember the reasoning behind it, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. So me and the hubs took everything from the room we don’t use an put it in the bedroom we don’t use. It took use hours and really was a pain to do. I thought, “yeah, this is perfect. I’ll get a lot of work done back here.”
And I never once used the computer back there. The one I’m typing on right now. It’s a decent computer, a little dated, but it can run Windows 10 and is good for surfing the net, watching videos, and word processing. All the stuff I do during the day. I basically sat my butt on the couch and used the laptop we bought for gaming to do everything. Which is not what we bought the laptop for, and this computer just sat in the back room and gathered dust. And I honestly felt a little guilty about that every day. Like I’d say to myself, “Self, you should either use that computer or give it away.” But of course I did neither.
So anyway, this past weekend, I decided to take everything out of the back bedroom and move it back into the living room we never use — where it was before. And here I am.
See, I realized something about myself a few months ago. If I can’t see the front door of my house, I get anxious. Like, I’m constantly asking myself, What if someone comes to the door? and that anxiety is twofold now because the door is almost always open – we have a magnetic screen door that the dogs use to go in and out. It doesn’t really matter that there’s a gate, a camera, and three dogs between me and the door, I’m still anxious if I can’t see the front door area. Looking back, I’ve always been this way. Like, all of my life. It’s especially prevalent if I’m alone in the house. I mean, if I were in a house full of people, say, more than three… I’d be okay in my bedroom or the kitchen. But alone or just me and the hubs? Nope, gotta keep an eye on the door. I have this weird phobia of being surprised by someone entering my house. Maybe I saw too many psychological thrillers or crime shows. I dunno. But there it is.
So, I moved my desk back to the other room, and I can see clear down the driveway. The only way someone will surprise me is if they come around the back, and they’d have to go through my territorial neighbor’s property to do that. Good luck with that. They’re armed. ^_^
And that’s it. I do realize now that I’ve spoiled myself rotten with the gaming keyboard and mouse so I may splurge on those for this computer… they’re not that expensive, but they’re way more comfortable for the hands than this setup, but other than that, I think that I’ll come over here during the day and actually get back to doing things like blogging and reading… Things that sitting on the couch and being on the gaming computer aren’t conducive to because I just get distracted by other things. I’m not making any promises, but we’ll see. ^_^