Once again we have found ourselves needing to fill up our home with, well… home things. Despite having fully stuffed the car tetris-style and paying removalists to bring over our mattress and a few boxes, the house still felt empty once we had unpacked everything. Something was missing and it was this crazy little thing called furniture.
Man oh man what a mission. The way I see it, there are two roads you could take when it comes to filling up your house. The first option: buy everything as soon as possible even if you don’t absolutely love it because you want to be comfortable and able to relax as quickly as possible. Or option two: take your time collecting things that bring you joy even if that means going without for a while. Ideally, there should probably be a balance between the two…
I rushed to fill up our place in Tassie, maybe because I knew that we weren’t really going to be there for very long. More often than not we spent a bit too much on that rug that wasn’t really that fab, or we traveled a bit too far for that coffee table when it wasn’t really that perfect. I say NO MORE. This time around I’m trying to take things slow. With our time in Melbourne having no foreseeable end I have the luxury of taking my time and not settling.
Marie Kondo says that “the best criterion for choosing what to keep and what to discard is whether keeping it will make you happy, whether it will bring you joy.” I love that. What a great definition of “home.” A place you love, filled with the things (and the people) that you love.
I’m going to make a promise to myself. I, Maz, vow to comb through every op shop, wander through every market, and scan Gumtree at least once a day to find the most perfect bits and pieces. And it is going to take so much time. And I’m gonna love it.