I bought a house.
For a very long time I did not understand the need to stay put. I knew my parents were going to stay put, and therefore, I did not. I could always keep my stuff at their house while I traveled around and did whatever the hell I wanted. I have changed. It is not so much I need a place to put my stuff, but rather I need a workshop. Some people call this nesting. I call it a need to be creative. Okay, it's nesting. I want to create stuff, decorate stuff, make choices about furniture and paint colors, and show off my excellent party-throwing skills. In order to do this, I need a house out of which a landlord cannot kick me. And it's important the money you spend is going towards a long term investment.
I walk around the house and think of all the mini/many projects I want to complete. Customized cabinet handles, pallet patio furniture, shelving, curtains, rugs, OH MY GOD I'm interested in HOME GOODS! I am getting on my nerves. Mostly because I do not have the financial means to get it out of my system all at once.
So here I am...nesting...for an indefinite amount of time...
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