NOTE: Heres an old post from my drafts that I am connecting with again today.
I generally like to keep this blog as on theme as possible but I thought I might share this anyway.
During lockdown (I am currently 49 days in) my executive dysfunction has been especially bad. This lead to my room becoming super messy and overwhelming. I finally reached a point and took literally every single thing i owned out. Icleaned all the walls, all the furniture, everything. I then sorted through every single thing i owned using (an adaptive version of) the marie kondo method. I was quite strict on myself about it and got rid of a lot of stuff.
I was so excited when I’d finished to be full of relief but instead i feel uncomfortable. My room feels far to big and like its missing memories. I feel as though I’m invading someone else’s space. Hopefully as i live in it and begin filling it with new memories again it will feel better.
Anyway, this is a very long post to make quite a short point. I think, often, “minimalism” is presented as the ideal world, the best way to live. Every real estate magazine and furniture store is full of sharp corners and purposefully placed decor. But, truth be told, I think that its a silly ideal. Houses should be lived in and loved. Fill your house with memories, photographs with friends, birthday cards, and tourist knickknacks. Have a sort through in spring and toss that ugly vase. But make your house your own. You are the person who inhabits your space, so make it for yourself.