…is bare. So was the last one.
For some unknown reason, there’s a lot of anxiety when it comes to organizing my living space. We’re talking borderline-panic. There’s that feeling of never being able to afford things that actually make you happy, you know? You want the couch your friend had when you were a kid. You want the tv stand. You want to know why you don’t feel complete unless you own so-and-so. You get mad because advertising works.
People who can move into a space and make it their own in like 5 months impress the hell out of me. I see the design stuff Lexi posts (btw, thank you so much for helping me find pieces) and I can’t process how people make empty spaces look like that.
This sounds so fucking stupid. “Just go buy some stuff, asshole.” Honestly? A lot of the weird feelings stem from me being legit scared of going to places like antique stores and vintage markets. Not joking, the whole thing is so damn overwhelming to me! I don’t know why! I just want a couch that I can chill on, a TV to watch, and a bed frame that gets me off the floor.
And a minibar.
And an area rug.
And some picture frames.
It’s not the American Dream, but that’s all I want, you guys.