As a teenager in my parents house I loved to re-arrange all the furniture in my bedroom every now and again. I loved that feeling of taking the familiar and making it fresh and new. That room was the small part of the world (and the house) that belonged to me. Where I could escape, think, marinade in teenage melancholy, frustration and angst. Where I could play with my sewing machine, read, write stories, listen to music and be left to be.
Sometimes you simply feel like a change.
Sometimes you feel that old arrangement simply doesn't suit you anymore.
Sometimes you find a new way of doing something so that something feels re-energized.
Sometimes you simply need to tweak your 'space' to make it feel spacious once again.