The Ottoman Empire

My house is a complete catastrophe; I’m moving again. The sweet house I’ve been renting must be returned to her owner. As such, I’ve been sorting through piles and piles and more piles of stuff.

How did this happen?

Moving, again

Once upon a time, I prided my ability to move everything I ever wanted within my trusty Civic. And for many years, that was easy enough to adhere to. I made very little, spent most of it on travel, and was happy to get hand-me-down furniture from family.

Ah, my 20s. Such an adventurous, frugal, high-and-mighty decade.

Oh, how the idealistic fall. Specifically, I fell into a house full of things I’ve come to love. A comfy bed. A couch. An ottoman. Slowly, I’ve built a tiny shabby chic home. African masks, handmade quilts, pottery my brother threw, photography from travels, a closet full of board games and a kitchen bursting with every gadget Williams and Sonoma could think of. My bookshelves are full, and my dining room table is often crammed with hungry friends. Most of the furniture still is either hand-me-down, or came in a box with 1,000 pieces and directions in “Ikea,” but it was all paid for with my work.

Moving, again

I’m moving in part to create a new home with a man I love. A man who loves me despite my hippie, thrifty tendencies. A man who dreams of living in one of those Architectural Digest houses made of glass and steel. You know this feature spread. There is but one couch in the middle of the living room, and no art on the walls. It includes the stick thin couple standing on a patio holding Manhattans, grinning with perfect teeth and shiny hair, while a best-in-show dog rests at their feet, patiently waiting their next command.

Moving, again

I have Nelson. Have you met Nelson? He is a $50 pound puppy who barks at every car that goes down his street and is the sweetest, cuddliest, most unruly dog on the planet. His favorite food is pizza, when he can’t find/reach the tortilla chips. He often sneaks upstairs early to stake out his spot on the end of my bed, meaning most mornings I have to shake dirt and muddy squeaker toys off the sheets. I don’t like Manhattans (although the city itself is growing on me) and the idea of living in a glass and steel house gives me nightmares of being stuck in a dentist’s chair.

Moving, again

I’m sorting through all of this stuff — platters, frames, old linens, dusty copies of books I was supposed to read in college and have now moved (still unread) five times, bikes, shoes, shoes, handbags, tennis racquets and more shoes. It is liberating to get rid of all of this nonsense. I will not be owned my by things. I can walk away from it all, especially if it means walking toward the right person. A fresh start.

Nelson’s coming with. So are those quilts, and the pottery. And even some of the shoes.

This is an exciting, happy and very good place to be.

~K

 

22 Replies to “The Ottoman Empire”

  1. I tackled a few shelves in the laundry room today. Things I’ve hauled across country and back. WHY??? I am thinking about getting real with myself.

  2. Very exciting to see where this new chapter of life takes you! And a good purge of life’s stuff never hurts, either.

  3. Happy happy happy happy!! I’m thrilled for you!

    (And would also be a happy recipient of a hand-me-down handbag or two, just sayin’)

    🙂

  4. So excited for you and your new adventure. May it bring much happiness and love!

    Good luck with the packing. I have been eyeing a sort through in my house too!

  5. I wish you joy, happiness and everything you so much deserves because you’re truly a good person…
    Btw, two days ago your package came back to me for the second time, I guess I have to wait for your new address before sending it to you again….so as soon as you’re settled, give i to me, ok?

  6. Purging is cathartic, as you have already sensed…enjoy preparing for this next stage of your life, and my goodness, send me your new address as soon as you know it!

    Much love!
    xo

  7. How exciting!!! Every time we move I remember how much I hate it, but I think part of me also loves it. It can feel so good to purge. Happy purging to you. Good luck packing. And happy moving in with the guy you love. That part especially makes me very happy.

  8. Congrats! Yay for new beginnings. (Hum, so I need to see if your man has been featured in photos on this blog! So curious.) Happy for you!

  9. So happy for you! Next time I see you let’s have manhattans in Manhattan! I miss my skinny friend.

  10. You go girl! Best of luck with your new home and relationship. BTW, I have three dogs and have at least two of them in our bed each night.

  11. We finally moved to a grown up house and I can’t imagine having to move from it…so much stuff! But when we do, you can guarantee I will be purging. By the way…so happy for you!

  12. How exciting! I’m sure you will find a way to merge the two styles… WNM will work his magic a bit in that department I am sure. 🙂

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