A long time ago I lived in a place where I had felt like I settled in, like I was really an adult with my own space and my own decorations etc. Until my sister walked in and bluntly advised (with love of course), "Laur... someday you'll realize that real adult decorations don't consist of hippie tapestries and Christmas lights hung inside" it stuck with me. No matter where I've lived since I've tried to continue to evolve my decorating style, and now "our"style, but was never really able to answer the oft asked questions like "what color is your kitchen, or does your bathroom have a theme?" my bathroom was a mismash of towels from college or ones I'd "borrowed" from mom. The kitchen.. well lets not go there. :-)
In the few years that Michael and I have been together we've inherited a lot of furniture and decorations, but had never bought any of our own. When we were packing to move we made a decision not to take most of the furniture we had. Our kitchen table was an antique borrowed from his parents and neither one of us wanted anything bad to happen to it. Our couch was a hand-me-down from Suzanne's parents well loved but looking very used, our coffee table had been left in our apartment by a previous tenant. And our bedroom furniture was inherited by me from my grandparents.
We brought the bedroom furniture to Texas... but that's it.
We've been here now just over 2 weeks... I look around this place and finally feel like we've arrived. There are no Christmas lights inside...no tapestries from college.. but real furniture, a washer and dryer we own, a color scheme in the bathroom and pictures on the walls. Pictures of the people we love the family and friends who helped us get to where we are now, who both nurtured and ribbed us along the way.
It's an amazing feeling...this adulthood thing.
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