I found a post on Girls of a Certain Age about an apartment in Paris that was unlived in for decades. This unoccupied Paris apartment is owned by the estate of a woman who paid rent every month, yet never returned after leaving to avoid Nazi occupation. Finding this information online makes me doubt its truthfulness, but I appreciate the story behind it anyway.
I'm sure anti-clutter mavens would have fun tearing apart this beauty of a space. I also wonder if the books on the shelves have e-book counterparts yet. And the stuffed ostrich is especially appropriate. They are known for burying their heads in the sand, though this is not true. When an ostrich needs to defend itself, the neck is bent closer to the ground to appear invisible. This technique must work for them most of the time.
The thought of this space being unused for years, yet paid for monthly reminds me of my blog. I haven't taken it down, yet I don't write here often. Why? Well, I have many good excuses, and I don't beat myself up for having them. Life is full, is that such a bad thing?
It takes a great amount of delusion to hold on to some beliefs. I think the renter should have given up on the apartment long ago, but she did not want to. It is possible she deluded herself into believing she might return. This isn't as sad as it seems. She never gave up on her dream, and the dream died with her didn't it? I can always imagine that my blog will become useful resource. Keeping our beliefs, even if they may never become fulfilled, keeps us motivated. And if I live the same 91 years as the person who owned the apartment, I'm going to need a few things to always strive for. And hope for a useful blog is a fine thing to want.
Photo of this ostrich is By Nevit Dilmen (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons