I'm a DIYer and I like to get creative. One of my favorite thing to do is decorate the mantel above the fireplace in my house for the season. I get ridiculously into it. I'm talking...make-my-day, excited-about-it-for-weeks, into it. I just finished decorating the mantel for Fall and even though it’s still 90 degrees outside and the whole state of WA is on fire, it's September and there are Pumpkin Spice Lattes at Starbucks, all of a sudden casserole sound amazing and I'm craving my collection of sweatshirts! It's Fall in my mind so I decorated.
If you've read my other posts you know that I live in a house with 4 other girls that are around my age. Nothing that we have matches because most of our things are either hand me downs or cheap garage sale finds. Our furniture may not be the pretties but it serves its purpose. One of my housemates actually refers to this stage of life (young, single, adulthood) as the "crappy futon" phase. It's so true and that title gives you a pretty good picture of our living room.
As I sat back and admired my Fall masterpiece I started to wonder why I get such a stupid amount of enjoyment out of it. After staring pensively for several minutes it came to me...
Home. It makes me feel like I'm home.
I try to play it off but if I'm being honest I'm bothered by the fact that I'm still in the crappy futon stage on my life. Social media has made it really easy for my generation to feel bad about themselves if they are past their mid-twenties and still single. First you get to see all your friends super cute wedding pictures plastered all over the place, then Facebook pushes adds for wedding dresses and rings to your feed!! Guhhhh!
Tradition and society say that I should be married by now and that makes me sad.
Side Rant: Have you ever noticed that every coupon ever created is geared towards families? Buy 2 get the 3rd free! It's outrageous. I get that the more mouths you have to feed the more expensive food is for your family, but single people only have one income and they don't have miles of freezer space to store 3 packages of chicken!
The traditional view of home is the house you grew up in and then it becomes the house you and your spouse get together. It's a two-step program. But what about those who are on step one and a half? If you are between those two stages how do you make your house feel more welcoming and homey? Members of the older generations (who btw got married much younger) would say, "just be patient"...
Well, I got tired of waiting for someone to come along, whisk me off my feet, and give me the chance to make a home so I decided to take my life/happiness into my own hands and I started gathering decorations. Decorating the mantle is my way of taking control of my life. It's the little section of home in my house full of random things. I know that sounds silly but it's working for me.
No one should have to wait for the sense of home and belonging.
To those who also feel stuck in the crappy futon phase, how do you make your house feel like home? Or, how would you LIKE to achieve that?