When I first arrived in Tennessee, I moved right into a fully furnished corporate apartment which was to be my home for 30 days. Thirty turned to sixty, sixty turned to ninety and just as we were heading towards one hundred and twenty days I was politely told that clearly my house was never going to sell and I would have to figure out my own housing arrangements. Truthfully, they didn't quite say it exactly like that. However, I am sure that they; like myself, had started to worry that I would have to live in corporate housing forever and ever and ever and ever...well, you get the idea.
I rented an unfurnished apartment in the same complex and the kids and I moved in the first week of February. We each have our own airbed and camp chair. I made a quick trip home that first weekend after we moved in and brought back a TV, the DVD player and a small bookshelf to put them both on. A week or two later and I broke down and bought a small card table and a folding chair because sitting on the floor while working on my laptop was making me crazy.
And that's how we live.
We are practically minimalists!
Oh, wait ~ I forgot that my son popped his airbed a couple weeks in so now he sleeps on top of the deflated airbed in a sleeping bag. So there's that. Classy.
It really bothered me in the beginning that we are living like this but then I started getting used to it and I didn't mind so much. Until I got sick with a viral/cold/flu thing a few weeks ago and all I wanted was.a.friggin.couch.to.lay.on.and.watch.TV.
Let it be known that I will never, ever take a sofa for granted again.
But while we live so Spartan~like and simply with truly just the bare necessities of comfort, my vintage hoard has grown exponentially. How does that happen? While comfortable furniture is at a premium in this joint, you have a varied selection of fine china, glassware, serving dishes, flatware etc. In fact, I had to go buy a metal shelving unit to store it all on so I can continue to list merchandise in the shop. I even found a full size white iron bed frame in a thrift shop in Sylvan Park that is currently leaning against a wall in the living room. It was only $34.00. I couldn't resist. Too bad it didn't come with a mattress.
It's all about priorities.
Thanks to Stephen Andrew for inspiring me to write this post. He referred to himself as "practically a minimalist" (not even close) over on Janet's blog and made me laugh and laugh and laugh. I'm still laughing even as I type.
There is nothing quite like being inspired by the wit of others.