A fabulous follow up to I don’t really own a freakin thing.
I moved a month ago, and for the first time in 7 years-… I absolutely LOVE my apartment.
I have not felt this happy in a home since before the fire- circa 2003 or so. My room is huge, in an amazing part of Manhattan and it takes me approximately 20 minutes to walk to work. (10 minutes by bus). My ceiling is high, I have a mantel, a private entrance and a closet.
This is the FIRST apartment that I have put any emotional stock into since the fire (I’ve moved 6 times since then) because either A) the apartment sucked, or B) I didn’t want to get too attached.
Example: Until a month ago, I owned a bed, a 25$ desk from the Christmas tree shop, and an IKEA bureau. Seriously. I didn’t want to own anything because I didn’t want to lose anything.
This being said, in the first week of the move I acquired: a couch, a wardrobe, a desk, a side dresser, a large dresser, a coffee table, kitchen table, kitchen chairs and two very large kitchen-island-things. Now for someone who doesn’t like to own a lot and who is seriously afraid of her things burning down, this creates a sense of anxiety. How do I enjoy all of these material things that I know can be taken away so quickly while not… getting attached to them?
It’s been so long since I’ve felt at home, grounded, fully attached and present in a place... but being in this apartment, has made me feel like myself again. Grounded, stable and happy. I guess, even though I don’t REALLY own any of it, there are still certain elements of stability in an apartment that can give you peace in a way that I had forgotten. So, instead of putting a ton of emotional energy into things that can truly be taken away, I've decided on a different approach. In an effort to always appreciate the things I technically "own" but to never take them too seriously- I've decided to date my things ( so as to have fun and really enjoy them!)… I just won’t marry them (or see them as permanent) :)
PS- Check out my new page- Switch UP!!!
I moved a month ago, and for the first time in 7 years-… I absolutely LOVE my apartment.
I have not felt this happy in a home since before the fire- circa 2003 or so. My room is huge, in an amazing part of Manhattan and it takes me approximately 20 minutes to walk to work. (10 minutes by bus). My ceiling is high, I have a mantel, a private entrance and a closet.
This is the FIRST apartment that I have put any emotional stock into since the fire (I’ve moved 6 times since then) because either A) the apartment sucked, or B) I didn’t want to get too attached.
Example: Until a month ago, I owned a bed, a 25$ desk from the Christmas tree shop, and an IKEA bureau. Seriously. I didn’t want to own anything because I didn’t want to lose anything.
This being said, in the first week of the move I acquired: a couch, a wardrobe, a desk, a side dresser, a large dresser, a coffee table, kitchen table, kitchen chairs and two very large kitchen-island-things. Now for someone who doesn’t like to own a lot and who is seriously afraid of her things burning down, this creates a sense of anxiety. How do I enjoy all of these material things that I know can be taken away so quickly while not… getting attached to them?
It’s been so long since I’ve felt at home, grounded, fully attached and present in a place... but being in this apartment, has made me feel like myself again. Grounded, stable and happy. I guess, even though I don’t REALLY own any of it, there are still certain elements of stability in an apartment that can give you peace in a way that I had forgotten. So, instead of putting a ton of emotional energy into things that can truly be taken away, I've decided on a different approach. In an effort to always appreciate the things I technically "own" but to never take them too seriously- I've decided to date my things ( so as to have fun and really enjoy them!)… I just won’t marry them (or see them as permanent) :)
PS- Check out my new page- Switch UP!!!
