Why have I been re-arranging ...
MY WHOLE LIFE?

This is not a metaphor. I'm addicted to rearranging. I rehang the art. I move the couch to the other side of the room. And I don't just rearrange the furniture, I shake up the whole house. I moved the girl's bedroom to the front. The den will soon be our office and now today, I'm making the back room back into the den, like it was when I got here back 8 years ago.

Hmmmmm.................

Re re re

back back back

Am I stepping forward and back again.

It occurred to me just now that I'm looking for something. And it's in my house. It must be, because that's where I'm looking. I'm trying to find it but I can't for all the stuff that's in the way. And what it is is the walls and the floors and the space between. That's what it is. I need that. And I'm going in after it!

It's not a metaphor, my rearranging.