Okay, so you and your special live-in something-or-other decided to call it quits. While it’s never easy to to find a new normal after such a disruptive change, a home renovation can help you remodel that man (or woman) right out of your hair.
The first things you’re going to want to tackle are your ex’s personal spaces. That means that sewing room, man-cave, home office, yoga studio, or workshop is about to become something else. If you’re not feeling particularly creative at the moment, you can make it a guest room for now, but feel free to get a little nuts. Make it a room dedicated to something you were always harassed for enjoying – videogames, crafting, weightlifting, painting, rock climbing. The only caveat is you should refrain from doing something irreversible until your emotions have cooled.
And of course, you’ve got change all your locks (you might try Phoenix AZ Locksmith – az-locksmith.com. While you’re at it, you might consider changing your doors and knobs as well. As literal portals to your home, doors carry with them a lot of psychological baggage, and reinventing them can change the way you feel about your living space.
Is your budget tight? Then focus on repainting your walls and the cabinets in your kitchen. If you can, try to pick colors that (1) don’t negatively affect your home’s resale value, (2) you adore, and (3) your ex would absolutely hate.
Once you’ve done what you can to the house itself, treat yourself with a new stereo, large-screen television, fancy schmancy coffee-maker, or whatever you will actually use and enjoy. (If you do happen to pick an updated sound system, I’d recommend blasting “I Will Survive” in Dolby surround as needed.)
When I recently re-bachelorized my living quarters, I turned my former beau’s sewing room into a fully-appoint table-top gaming lair, switched to open shelving in the kitchen (“Think of the dust!” I can almost hear my ex shriek in terror), repainted everything deep, earthy tones, and got myself a new turntable and eBayed the hell out of vintage vinyl records and moderately rare comic books.
I figure my next significant other is just going to have to deal with it and love me for me. Who knows, maybe we’ll get married dressed as our favorite X-Men characters (mine’s Cable; I hope hers is Dazzler) and she can help me paint my resin miniatures. She can have her own embarrassing interests, too. Let’s say she’s into Meat Loaf or whoever. I’ll gladly let her blast Bat Out of Hell 19 as loud as she wants. I’ll be nursing a hangover splayed out on my Warhammer table reaching for the nearest original-run Doom Patrol wedding issue.
Godspeed on your new solo journey. I’m sure you’ll learn something about yourself, and if that happens to be that you’ve always wanted to live in a hobbit house with a stereo playing Led Zeppelin’s IV on repeat, well it will be well-earned knowledge.