Would you take the time to make it yours?
MAR 27, 2025
Dear Reader,
Do you nest? Do you actively try to make your home as cozy and comfy and as you as you can make it, even if you don’t own it?
How long did it take?
The great thing about our recent Big Move is it gave me the chance to purge all the excess. That box I kept in case we needed it? Gone.
That crate of holiday lights that didn’t actually light up anymore?
Tossed.
The cans of paint left by the previous owners in a corner of the garage?
Hauled away.
It felt good to let go of things I didn’t need or want or even remember owning in the first place.
Now here we are on the other side of the move and I can’t help but notice that the walls, while a very pretty shade of blue, are bare. We didn’t own a rug of any sort before we moved so the wood floors are bare except for the office.
We are in desperate need of artwork and more bookshelves at the very least. And barstools. And maybe a lamp.
I’ve been told we’re crazy to spend time and effort nesting in an apartment. As if not owning the roof above us somehow means we’re not allowed to feel comfy and cozy inside.
Why the heck not? Why should renting mean you live like a college student?
Raven LOVES nesting.
Actually, come to think of it, I was a big fan of nesting as a student. I remember covering a wall in my dorm room with decorative mirrors. Another wall was papered with posters, and I put frilly curtains over the tiny window and a bright blue cover on the bed.
I was very into boho back then. Not the chic kind. The throw-everything-in-so-it-clashes magpie kind.
I adored that room, right up until I had to take it all down and accidentally sliced my thumb open with the edge of one of those mirrors. I bled all the way down the hall to the advisor’s room, where the two of us stared at the blood gushing out of my body as we wondered what the heck to do about it.
You know what they don’t teach you when you’re getting an English degree?
First Aid.
Yep, still have the scar.
ANYWHO, I say make where you’re living a sanctuary, or a boho rave, or whatever suits, whether you own it or not.
Not that we haven’t made some progress. Our office…our work nest…is really coming along. The bookshelves are full and there’s a pretty rug on the floor and a shiny new cat tree so Mystic and Raven can hang out with us while we work.
The living room, though…well we’ll get to it.
Can you tell where my priorities are?
Until next time,
**Book News**
GaG — Current Word Count: 2,915. Favorite Line of the Week: She’d sold her Friday nights for a cheap lease and a greenhouse.
Ms. Edwina is Down Under, leaving me rattling around in the very pretty office all by myself.
I could get up to all kinds of mischief unsupervised like this.