I spent all day yesterday cleaning and rearranging my room. And when I say all day, I mean it! I started at ten and stopped a bit after seven, when I forced myself to leave the house, because otherwise, I would have kept puttering. This morning and early afternoon were spent in finding places for the little fiddly stuff that never has a proper home.
Rearranging is pretty much like getting all the good stuff that comes with moving and not having any of the bad stuff. My room feels different and fresh and new, and it's cleaner than it's been probably since shortly after I moved in here 2 1/2 (!!!) years ago. I've also (finally) ordered the curtains that I've been saying to myself that I should get since shortly after that. Woo! But I didn't have to stress about finding a new apartment, packing all my stuff into boxes, and moving it from one place to the other.
I'm also thinking about putting some stuff on the walls, beyond the couple of things I had up already. I have a couple of nice pieces of art, and the new arrangement lends itself to having more stuff on the walls. Also, I think I may need a new rug, as I have more open floor, now. Or I could just return to my habit of making piles of clothing on the floor, which will obviate the need for a rug.
It was not necessarily the most restful weekend, ever, but it was surprisingly satisfying. Or, hm, maybe not surprising, but just satisfying.