I was hungry yesterday. I didn’t feel like cooking nor did I want a sandwich. It is a dilemma often solved in the freezer. Pickings were thin there as well due to my “eat fresh” philosophy. Drat! I want hot and fast but I don’t want to get dressed to get something. Then I spied my box of dumplings from Costco. Bingo!
I have a love-hate relationship with my house. I didn’t choose my home, I chose the man and the house was part of the package. I still love him; the house I’m not so sure about.
This is the home where our daughter grew up and our grandchildren all lived during their early years. It has far more sentimental value to them than me. At least that is what I think as I peruse the pages of Zillow or Trulia looking for my perfect home. And don’t even get me started on the perfect town for the perfect home. Each week as we watch Home Town we dream of moving to Laurel Mississippi to live in an adorable refurbished cottage. My husband was born in Laurel and his mother’s family still has roots there. So the dream is not so very arbitrary. Well maybe a little. But that’s why it is called a dream.
This morning while I was wandering around Etsy, I stumbled upon a blog post from a couple years ago that really spoke to me and my house woes. The title was “Reasons to Embrace Your Imperfect Home” and featured a book called Life Unstyled by Emily Henson.
The philosophy of Henson’s book is that no one’s home is like the Instagram or magazine photos we all drool over. We have stacks of stuff, and things out of place and dishes in the sink. That is life. Our homes, like us have imperfections and some of those are the things that give us character and personality.