Hi there – how has your week been? My experience with time this week has been like I got on the fast train on Monday and still haven’t arrived at the destination. My daughter started middle school and that has unexpectedly thrown my mind for a loop. I’m trying to appreciate each moment as it comes, but that freight train of “busy” interferes a lot and, most of the time, it’s my own fault. So while I’ve been experiencing time passing at a rapid clip, I’ve also been unexpectedly filled with nostalgia for who I was as a teenager. Such a strange thing!
“People claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.”
― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
That’s an interesting notion, isn’t it? It’s not the house you grew up in, or the coffee shop you used to hang out at that you are looking for or missing – you’re searching for yourself at that period in time.
So – nostalgia and busy days have all combined to make me long for a minimal styled living space. Here’s what’s inspiring me right now:
It goes without saying that I would immediately start dragging in thrift shop finds and random rocks and feathers and completely junk up these interiors if I lived here. But, it’s nice to fantasize about minimal living sometimes…
