Unimaginable as it may seem, I finally moved into my own house, a place I have referred to as a filthy hovel for years. Over an 8 week period - April through May, I made a concentrated push to get the most important tasks done that would allow for a minimal, man-cave-ish existence.
As it started coming together I began contemplating what living in a space really means to me. These were a new category of thoughts. In the past I was usually in survival land. What did I need to do to keep the place from blowing up or falling down? These new thoughts - and decisions, are not any easier. And, I’m continually processing and thinking about this. But I realized that I wanted to re-think everything. What do I really need and want, and how do I realize it in physical form that roughly balances aesthetics, function, value and quality?
Some realizations:
Aesthetics matter. I want to look at things that appeal to me somehow - everywhere.
Color is fun. I like it.
I don’t need a bedroom.
I want to be delighted and surprised.
I want the right combination of clutter and un-clutter, simplicity and complexity.
I love things that grow.
I’m grateful for what I have.
