Since November, I had been very good at Not Buying the Things. And then February hit.
Everything seemed horrible and nothing had been going right for weeks. A lot of family business was brought to the surface and I’m not going to lie, it hit me pretty hard. Once an escape, my job began to drain me physically. Emotionally wrecked. I had been quarantined to my bedroom for coming into contact with someone that tested positive. I constantly worried that I would get sick. That I would make my family sick. The stress dreams, amongst other things, came back. My place of solace suddenly acted as a prison again. And, with that, my memory left me. My living room plants were forgotten.
And then the world shifted – I started feeling better. I had a weekend in which I watched the first two To All the Boys movies on Netflix. I cleaned my room. I vacuumed the floor. I gave the fish tank a water change and scrubbed the glass. I lit a few candles. I listened to Taylor Swift’s new music. I was coming out of it. And then I wasn’t.
Slowly, I have been adding to my “future home” stash. My last purchase was on Black Friday. I bought a nice blender and a handheld mixer. I have been slowly stocking up on kitchen equipment, and have been eyeing quite a few things and making quite a few lists and budgets and whatnot.
And then, this past Valentine’s day, I bought a couch with a loveseat to match. Thank goodness for Presidents Day Sales because without them and free shipping, I don’t know how I would have done it. I’m still not sure if I’ve made the right decision with them. But, I have made a decision. Hopefully they arrive and fit decently in my space.
And March begins the clearing out and cleaning up process.