I did it. A few times even. I’m going up and down stairs to my basement.
Sounds pretty insignificant but hold your horses! It’s a big darn deal to me. Here is why…
Clothes get clean in the basement. Relying on someone else to wash and dry your garments is not for me. I like that I can carry* my delicates downstairs and personally program the washer. Control freak? Perhaps. I like taking responsibility for how things come out of the big white boxes.
*Let me elaborate on carry. Strength and balance remain impaired. My right hand firmly grasps the railing while left carries the basket by looping the handles around my forearm. Carrying is one way, down only. The clean, folded clothes need to be lugged upstairs by SW.
Glass space – oh yes! I have this great glass studio set up in my basement workshop. It’s great when you can access it. I still need SW to do the heavy lifting. I can live with that for now. I have stashed a few small notebooks around for me to jot down an idea when the unpredictable creativity starts to flow.
Cozy couch and monster tv (when compared to my laptop) live downstairs. We’ve not hung out for sometime now. I miss them both. I see takeout and a movie happening in my near future. Being able to walk upstairs after the whole shebang is important.
Cheers to getting around your own home!