Nesting

For many years I lived a somewhat nomadic lifestyle. As a child I rarely lived in the same place for very long, and each move resulted in a variety of broken or lost toys. When I eventually found some stability for a couple years, things all went up in the air again. As a result, I’ve never been the kind of person who is overly attached to “things,” always prepared for their inevitable loss at the time of acquisition. But, now, I have been living in the same house for 5 years, more than I’ve ever lived anywhere else in my entire life, and, well, I bought a desk.

In most of my travels I’ve always stuck to cheap IKEA-type furniture, always expecting that at any moment I might decide to leave it all behind. While I still have some defenses up with this purchase — it would not stop me from leaving — it represents the first time in my life that I’ve bought nice, quality furniture that I expect to be able to use for a long time.

Becoming attached to a place like my house, like San Francisco, is a scary prospect for me. I still have so much to see and do that I can’t stay here, but I am beginning to think that I might be happy if it is always somewhere I can return to. If I manage to get the money, at some point I think I’d be pretty happy buying this house, and that’s certainly a change for somebody who only planned to live here for 2 years.

Is this what it feels like to grow up?

3 thoughts on “Nesting

  1. I’m not too attached to homes.

    I do like to invest in fewer, nicer things. I’m very happy with a lot of my kitchen gear, super happy with the bed we bought a year ago, and kind of medium-happy about the couch.

    None of this stuff REALLY ties you down. Just think of it as a way to command higher Air BnB rates when you decide to swap it for someone elses nice place on the other side of the world.

  2. I start to suspect no one ever really feels grown up – it’s world’s dirty secret, and no one tells.

    Having said that, I’m about to pack the laptop and the cat and move – again.

  3. It’s not necessarily growing up, but coming to a point where it’s okay to want a comfortable place that feels like “you” to come home to.

    Assuming you’re still living at house-ku, you’ve got something really special going on there, and I can totally understand why you’d want to make sure it’s always there as a familiar place to land. It’s nice knowing that nobody can take your familiar landing place away from you, or disrupt the community you’ve built around it.

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