Blank walls

All around me are blank walls. Blank walls in my new apartment. Blank walls in my office. Empty canvases to be filled with art and memories. Such a strange thing. It took over a year to hang things on the wall of the last apartment. I want to do it sooner here. I definitely want to decorate my office - it is really quite bleak at the moment.

It is odd to me that this takes up such a large part of my brain. I figure there would be other things that one would generally deem as "more important" at the forefront. But no. It is the emptiness of the walls which almost completely occupy my mind right now.

I don't know yet just where to begin.