Rearranging

So tonight we rearranged the living room. I should say Daddy rearranged while I sat and directed. It feels like the whole house is getting shifted around because the spaces are small, so when one thing moves everything else gets shaken up and landed in a different spot. It's funny because I always think things can't be in better places, even if I don't like them. Then we move things around and I find out I like it better than before. I know there's a deep life analogy here, but it's cheesy and I'm not getting into it.