I recently found I’ve been spending a lot of time and energy (and money) beautifying my apartment. Then I got a bunch of potted plants and I’m learning how to take care of those. These last two days I’ve been doing a useless project (staining some basic pine crates). Part of it it’s because my long distance situation has come to a close (probably) but maybe there is something else happening? Idk.
Anyone else start experiencing this? How old were you and can you think of what might have triggered it?
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Yeah I started doing this around the time my vagina started coming in. It’s about 4 inches deep by now and I just bought seventeen new pillows to put on my bed every morning.
I spent like $100 on plants last year, only a few were perennials so they’ve recently begun growing again. I got a joyful feeling from looking and building that garden some much to say when i get my own place ill have a bigger more colorful garden than the first.
After buying a house in my mid 30s. Never really cared about any apartment I ever lived in and constantly worried that even putting something on the walls would just come out of my security deposit.
I started a bit as I got disposable income and started having guests over, but it really kicked in when my girlfriend moved in with me.
When I was about 25 or so I realized that a weight bench, a TV, an inflatable mattress, and blank walls did not qualify as ‘furnished.’
Only very briefly. I had an emotion about it, then I looked at the prices of everything, went “LOL nope” and forgot about the whole thing. Everything related to housing and its interior is way overpriced.
I think I’ve had it twice. For two very different reasons.
1). I got married young and divorced young. When I first started dating for real, I literally paid a design/staging firm and gave them a budget to “make my new place look like everyone who comes over immediately wants to fuck here”. My loft looked like something out of a movie, where the main character has an awesome place. After that, I couldn’t stop tinkering around because it felt very cool but impersonal to me, like I was staying in a fancy air bnb so I just started upgrading things or replacing things as I saw fit.
2) when my wife got pregnant and we decided to sell said cool loft and buy a forever home out in the burbs. First it was all about getting stuff we needed to be a self sufficient family in a house and away from amenities. Then as my wife was reaching 9 months it became all about safety and baby proofing. And then security. And it continued on while I was trying to make practical space for the kids but not give up my hobbies etc.
All other times in my life I just never gave a shit about my place until I had some goals