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the night) to accomplish. Afterwards, we’d collapse on our beds and talk about how much better the new layout was, even if it looked exactly like one we’d tried three configurations ago.

In college, my roommate and I often broke the monotony of studying by shuffling the furniture around in our dorm room. After I married my husband, I began moving the furniture around in each room of our house. Some weekends, I move the furniture around on our front porch. I’ve even been known to move large, heavy furniture without assistance (which makes my husband more than a bit mad at me), simply because the mood struck me to start rearranging when no one was home to help.

Where does this desire for change come from? Do all humans have this restless decorating spirit? Were cave women moving around rocks, bones and fire pits thousands of years ago, trying to find better flow in their cave homes? Perhaps it stems from some deep-seated survival instinct that equips us to be flexible and adaptable.

But back to my great room dilemma.

I sure wish there were other ways to arrange the furniture in there. I’m genuinely bummed about it. The fireplace and TV have formed an alliance against my decorating dreams, creating a furniture nightmare with only one acceptable layout.

Maybe I’ll rearrange our bedroom instead— channel all this redecorating energy into a space with more possibilities. And maybe I’ll change the color scheme from blue to sage green while I’m at it, requiring a new quilt, a new rug, a fresh coat of paint, etc. After all, it’s definitely time for a change, and my poor husband will just have to deal with finding the bed on the opposite side of the room again.