I have been thinking about the word intention in the context of home design, and how rarely it describes the homes most of us actually live in. We make pragmatic choices. We compromise. We inherit the decisions of previous owners. Very few rooms in most homes were designed in the sense of someone deciding, with full freedom, what the room should be.
Empty nesting gave me a version of that freedom for the first time in twenty years. The purpose of every room is now negotiable. The rooms that existed for children can now exist for us.
I am going room by room, slowly. The bedroom first โ linen, sconces, everything quieter and more deliberate. The reading room second โ the chair I wanted, the light exactly right. Now the living room, where I am adding wall sconces I have been considering for two years. Next will be the hallway, where a single beautiful sconce is enough to transform the transition between rooms.
Intentional spaces are not finished. They evolve as you do. What I am making now is the version that is true to who I am today, at 52, in these mountains, in this quieter life. That is enough. That is more than enough.